Hermione got the letter the next day. The owl was amazingly fast. She
read it, showed Draco who wanted to rip open the note that the slayer had
written, but Hermione wouldn't let him. So they gave the letter to Spike
who rewarded them with a rare smile.
Buffy and Angel are traveling to Hogwarts at record speed and are, as we speak, on their way.
Spike continued with the lessons, Harry and co continued with theirs. Nothing much happened for a week or so worth noting in here. If I told you, you would be board to death and would die we'll reading this. So we'll skip ahead to the part when Buffy and Angel arrive. They were at the gate of Hogwarts. They were about to go in, when a voice behind them said,
"Can I help you?" asked a man with a long white beard.
They turned around, trying to figure out what to say about them showing up there at night.
Angel said, "Sorry, but we just arrived. We need to see," he snickered, then recovered, "Professor Spike."
"And you are?" The man asked.
Angel bit his lip, "Dad and sister."
Buffy laughed, and then said, "Yep. Dad, " She laughed, "And sister."
"Behave yourself, Anne," Angel said to Buffy.
"Yes Dad." She said, rolling her eyes.
"You don't look that old," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I am," Angel assured him.
"Oh, he is." Buffy chimed in, "He just used de-aging cream."
The man blinked, "I am Professor Dumbledore. I will tell Spike his dad and sister is here. What is your name?" he asked Angel.
"Um, will you tell him that Buffy is here? That's what he calls us."
The man looked at them over his half moon glasses. "He doesn't want to see you?"
He asked.
Buffy stamped her foot, "Can we just see him?" she asked.
The man frowned, "Fine," he said after a minute. "But what is your real relation to him?"
Buffy bit her lip, she considered saying He tried to kill me once, but she didn't think that would help. "Father. And friend."
The man looked at them, "Right this way," he said in a soft voice.
Buffy and Angel followed him through the hall. He led them to a picture of a bat and said, "The password is Drucilla."
Buffy burst out laughing and Angel chuckled a little to himself.
Dumbledore shook his head at them and walked away. Buffy said the password to the bat and it widened and let them in.
"What?" Spike called, "Who's." he saw them "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Nice to see you too," Angel muttered, sitting down.
"So what are you doing here?" Spike said, scowling.
"We came to see you, and talk you out of this stupid, stupid, job." Buffy said, "And why didn't you tell me where you were going?"
"Because I knew you would track me down, come here and force me to come home, which is what you're doing, or tie me to a chair and not let me leave."
"No, it would probably be a telephone pole. You would break my chair. And heaven knows I have enough financial problems. I don't need to by a new chair." Buffy said.
Angel chuckled at the way Buffy and Spike were interacting with each other. First Buffy couldn't wait to see Spike, now she was about to kill him.
"Spike do you have a spare bed for Buffy?" Angel interrupted, getting mean glances from Buffy and Spike. He was spoiling their fun.
"Yes. But not one for you, Peaches. You get the floor. And Buffy, how did you know I was here?"
"You left this on the table." She said, pulling out the letter.
He grabbed it and swore, "I knew I left something." He said, mad.
"No, you meant to leave it, Spike. You wanted me to come all this way and leave Sunnydale in the hands of the demons. I have to get back!" She said, but stayed where she was.
"And you have to go to bed. Babies need there rest." Spike jeered.
"So go." Buffy grinned.
"I will. After the baby."
They both turned to Angel "Go to bedybies, Angel," Buffy said, grinning.
"Peaches needs to get rested up, now doesn't he?" Spike said with some fake concern.
Angel put up his hands in defense, "Fine, fine." He said, taking into consideration the fact that he wanted to live through the night, "Got blankets?"
"Got milk?" Buffy teased.
Spike, however, pointed to a closet. "Save some for the living, Peaches," he said, meaning Buffy.
Angel sighed. In two-hundred-fifty years, he had seen a lot. But nothing had frightened him more then the power of Buffy and Spike.
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Spike was up at dawn, getting ready. He had a blood packet for breakfast, and was surprised to see Buffy, up and ready.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Going to teach with you," she said, like it was obvious.
"When did you get that idea, Slayer?" He asked.
"Uh, the fact that you're a teacher made me feel so sorry for the poor little boys and girls. I'm going so they have a break of little Spiky."
"Slayer, I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention. You. Are. Not. Going." Spike said.
Buffy looked at him, innocently., "What makes you think you have a choice in that mater?" she asked.
"The fact that I'm the teacher." Spike said.
"Not for long," Buffy laughed.
"Oh, come on then." Spike grumbled.
"Why?" Buffy asked.
"You don't want to miss breakfast, do you?" Spike asked.
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BREAKFAST:
Spike checked it out with Dumbledore, and he said he didn't mind the slightest if Buffy helped him with Defense Against The Dark Arts. There was an extra seat pulled up at the table and Snape was very interested to see whom it was for. Before breakfast, Dumbledore stood up.
"I only have one announcement," he said, "That is, Miss Buffy Summers will be helping in The Defense Against The Dark Arts classes for a week or so."
Buffy stood up and winked, "Spike through a fit when I told him I was coming to help. I think he enjoyed torching you all. Trust me, if he ever did he enjoyed it. Well, he can't for the next week or so." Buffy winked and sat down.
"Good going Slayer, you have them all excited. All your going to do is check the tests."
Buffy stuck her tongue out at him. "Meany." She accused.
Spike rolled his eyes. Sometimes the Slayer was so immature it surprised him.
Then breakfast was served. Buffy was shocked about how many good things there were to eat. Her eyes darted around the table. They landed on a stack of toast. That's what she felt like. She would have to ask She tapped the greasy haired teacher next to her.
"Could you pass the toast?" she asked.
The man smiled, "Your Buffy?"
Buffy nodded, "You're." She asked.
"Serveus Snape. And here is your toast." He said.
"Thanks!" she said, grinning.
"So, what brings you to Hogwarts, Buffy." He asked.
"Spike." She answered.
"Ah. Did Spike ask you to come to help with his Defense Against The Dark Arts classes?" he asked.
"No. He didn't ask us to come at all. He left a letter on the counter, I showed Giles, Giles told me to call Angel." She smiled, "Spike was sure surprised when we showed up last night."
Snape looked at her, "Angel?" he asked.
Buffy was aware of her mistake as soon as he said that.
"Um, he's a friend of Spike. Kinda."
"Understatement of the century." Spike grumbled to himself.
Buffy shot him a look.
"What do you mean by kinda?" Snape asked, his brain was clueing in on there was more to this whole arrangement then meets the eye.
"Um, well they've had their disagreements and fights the last year or two." Buffy said, looking at the ground.
"About what?" Snape asked, interested now.
"Stuff." Buffy answered.
Spike butted in before Snape could get more information out of Buffy, "Girls." He said, which was kind of true.
Snape looked at him, "Ah. And will this Angel person be helping your classes also?"
Before Buffy could say anything, Spike butted in with a fierce, sharp, "NO!"
Snape backed away. But Spike had a feeling this conversation was far from over.
He was right, for Snape had seen something in Spike's eye when he said no. He had seen the faintest glimpse of yellow.
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Angel woke up in Spikes room about noon. Spikes room luckily, didn't have any windows, so Buffy didn't have to come back and find a big pile of dust.
He came into Spikes kitchen and saw a post-it note on Spikes refrigerator. He picked it up and read it. It was written in Buffy's handwriting, with a little bit of Spikes in there.
Dear Angel,
Got up early to go help Spike teach Defense Against The Dark Arts.
That was scribbled out with two lines, and in Spikes handwriting, it said,
Got up early to bug me through all of my classes.
Buffy again:
Help yourself to the blood.
Spike:
You can have a fourth of a packet.
Buffy:
Half.
Spike:
Fourth.
Buffy:
Just wrote this note so you wouldn't worry.
Spike:
Like hell he will.
Buffy:
What do you mean by that?
Spike:
Slayer, he'll worry about you till the end of time. And after.
Buffy:
Shut up. Well, we'll be here around eight.
Spike:
And you better get packed up you aren't staying another night. That goes for you too, Buffy.
Buffy:
What makes you think you have a say in that?
Spike:
Bloody hell! You two are leaving.
Buffy:
Sure. We'll be here around eight. Stay put! See you.
-Buffy & Spike
Angel laughed. Then sighed. Those two would go on like that till the end of the world. And one of them would have to go to heaven. Angel knew hell could hold a lot of things. But not Buffy and Spike at the same time!
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Buffy and Angel are traveling to Hogwarts at record speed and are, as we speak, on their way.
Spike continued with the lessons, Harry and co continued with theirs. Nothing much happened for a week or so worth noting in here. If I told you, you would be board to death and would die we'll reading this. So we'll skip ahead to the part when Buffy and Angel arrive. They were at the gate of Hogwarts. They were about to go in, when a voice behind them said,
"Can I help you?" asked a man with a long white beard.
They turned around, trying to figure out what to say about them showing up there at night.
Angel said, "Sorry, but we just arrived. We need to see," he snickered, then recovered, "Professor Spike."
"And you are?" The man asked.
Angel bit his lip, "Dad and sister."
Buffy laughed, and then said, "Yep. Dad, " She laughed, "And sister."
"Behave yourself, Anne," Angel said to Buffy.
"Yes Dad." She said, rolling her eyes.
"You don't look that old," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I am," Angel assured him.
"Oh, he is." Buffy chimed in, "He just used de-aging cream."
The man blinked, "I am Professor Dumbledore. I will tell Spike his dad and sister is here. What is your name?" he asked Angel.
"Um, will you tell him that Buffy is here? That's what he calls us."
The man looked at them over his half moon glasses. "He doesn't want to see you?"
He asked.
Buffy stamped her foot, "Can we just see him?" she asked.
The man frowned, "Fine," he said after a minute. "But what is your real relation to him?"
Buffy bit her lip, she considered saying He tried to kill me once, but she didn't think that would help. "Father. And friend."
The man looked at them, "Right this way," he said in a soft voice.
Buffy and Angel followed him through the hall. He led them to a picture of a bat and said, "The password is Drucilla."
Buffy burst out laughing and Angel chuckled a little to himself.
Dumbledore shook his head at them and walked away. Buffy said the password to the bat and it widened and let them in.
"What?" Spike called, "Who's." he saw them "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Nice to see you too," Angel muttered, sitting down.
"So what are you doing here?" Spike said, scowling.
"We came to see you, and talk you out of this stupid, stupid, job." Buffy said, "And why didn't you tell me where you were going?"
"Because I knew you would track me down, come here and force me to come home, which is what you're doing, or tie me to a chair and not let me leave."
"No, it would probably be a telephone pole. You would break my chair. And heaven knows I have enough financial problems. I don't need to by a new chair." Buffy said.
Angel chuckled at the way Buffy and Spike were interacting with each other. First Buffy couldn't wait to see Spike, now she was about to kill him.
"Spike do you have a spare bed for Buffy?" Angel interrupted, getting mean glances from Buffy and Spike. He was spoiling their fun.
"Yes. But not one for you, Peaches. You get the floor. And Buffy, how did you know I was here?"
"You left this on the table." She said, pulling out the letter.
He grabbed it and swore, "I knew I left something." He said, mad.
"No, you meant to leave it, Spike. You wanted me to come all this way and leave Sunnydale in the hands of the demons. I have to get back!" She said, but stayed where she was.
"And you have to go to bed. Babies need there rest." Spike jeered.
"So go." Buffy grinned.
"I will. After the baby."
They both turned to Angel "Go to bedybies, Angel," Buffy said, grinning.
"Peaches needs to get rested up, now doesn't he?" Spike said with some fake concern.
Angel put up his hands in defense, "Fine, fine." He said, taking into consideration the fact that he wanted to live through the night, "Got blankets?"
"Got milk?" Buffy teased.
Spike, however, pointed to a closet. "Save some for the living, Peaches," he said, meaning Buffy.
Angel sighed. In two-hundred-fifty years, he had seen a lot. But nothing had frightened him more then the power of Buffy and Spike.
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Spike was up at dawn, getting ready. He had a blood packet for breakfast, and was surprised to see Buffy, up and ready.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Going to teach with you," she said, like it was obvious.
"When did you get that idea, Slayer?" He asked.
"Uh, the fact that you're a teacher made me feel so sorry for the poor little boys and girls. I'm going so they have a break of little Spiky."
"Slayer, I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention. You. Are. Not. Going." Spike said.
Buffy looked at him, innocently., "What makes you think you have a choice in that mater?" she asked.
"The fact that I'm the teacher." Spike said.
"Not for long," Buffy laughed.
"Oh, come on then." Spike grumbled.
"Why?" Buffy asked.
"You don't want to miss breakfast, do you?" Spike asked.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^
BREAKFAST:
Spike checked it out with Dumbledore, and he said he didn't mind the slightest if Buffy helped him with Defense Against The Dark Arts. There was an extra seat pulled up at the table and Snape was very interested to see whom it was for. Before breakfast, Dumbledore stood up.
"I only have one announcement," he said, "That is, Miss Buffy Summers will be helping in The Defense Against The Dark Arts classes for a week or so."
Buffy stood up and winked, "Spike through a fit when I told him I was coming to help. I think he enjoyed torching you all. Trust me, if he ever did he enjoyed it. Well, he can't for the next week or so." Buffy winked and sat down.
"Good going Slayer, you have them all excited. All your going to do is check the tests."
Buffy stuck her tongue out at him. "Meany." She accused.
Spike rolled his eyes. Sometimes the Slayer was so immature it surprised him.
Then breakfast was served. Buffy was shocked about how many good things there were to eat. Her eyes darted around the table. They landed on a stack of toast. That's what she felt like. She would have to ask She tapped the greasy haired teacher next to her.
"Could you pass the toast?" she asked.
The man smiled, "Your Buffy?"
Buffy nodded, "You're." She asked.
"Serveus Snape. And here is your toast." He said.
"Thanks!" she said, grinning.
"So, what brings you to Hogwarts, Buffy." He asked.
"Spike." She answered.
"Ah. Did Spike ask you to come to help with his Defense Against The Dark Arts classes?" he asked.
"No. He didn't ask us to come at all. He left a letter on the counter, I showed Giles, Giles told me to call Angel." She smiled, "Spike was sure surprised when we showed up last night."
Snape looked at her, "Angel?" he asked.
Buffy was aware of her mistake as soon as he said that.
"Um, he's a friend of Spike. Kinda."
"Understatement of the century." Spike grumbled to himself.
Buffy shot him a look.
"What do you mean by kinda?" Snape asked, his brain was clueing in on there was more to this whole arrangement then meets the eye.
"Um, well they've had their disagreements and fights the last year or two." Buffy said, looking at the ground.
"About what?" Snape asked, interested now.
"Stuff." Buffy answered.
Spike butted in before Snape could get more information out of Buffy, "Girls." He said, which was kind of true.
Snape looked at him, "Ah. And will this Angel person be helping your classes also?"
Before Buffy could say anything, Spike butted in with a fierce, sharp, "NO!"
Snape backed away. But Spike had a feeling this conversation was far from over.
He was right, for Snape had seen something in Spike's eye when he said no. He had seen the faintest glimpse of yellow.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Angel woke up in Spikes room about noon. Spikes room luckily, didn't have any windows, so Buffy didn't have to come back and find a big pile of dust.
He came into Spikes kitchen and saw a post-it note on Spikes refrigerator. He picked it up and read it. It was written in Buffy's handwriting, with a little bit of Spikes in there.
Dear Angel,
Got up early to go help Spike teach Defense Against The Dark Arts.
That was scribbled out with two lines, and in Spikes handwriting, it said,
Got up early to bug me through all of my classes.
Buffy again:
Help yourself to the blood.
Spike:
You can have a fourth of a packet.
Buffy:
Half.
Spike:
Fourth.
Buffy:
Just wrote this note so you wouldn't worry.
Spike:
Like hell he will.
Buffy:
What do you mean by that?
Spike:
Slayer, he'll worry about you till the end of time. And after.
Buffy:
Shut up. Well, we'll be here around eight.
Spike:
And you better get packed up you aren't staying another night. That goes for you too, Buffy.
Buffy:
What makes you think you have a say in that?
Spike:
Bloody hell! You two are leaving.
Buffy:
Sure. We'll be here around eight. Stay put! See you.
-Buffy & Spike
Angel laughed. Then sighed. Those two would go on like that till the end of the world. And one of them would have to go to heaven. Angel knew hell could hold a lot of things. But not Buffy and Spike at the same time!
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