Chapter Six
"So you told him about it?"
"Yeah."
"And he took it how?"
"Stoic silence then he took it to the Headmaster."
"Better than you took it."
"Ha Ha."
The first few lines of Smooth Criminal came from Candra's guitar, showing that she was completely ignoring my sarcastic laughter. She stopped, tuned a string, then started the song again from memory. "It's better to have accepted it really. Now at least you won't die."
"Contact with Malfoy everyday." I said shaking my head. "One on hand I find it wonderful, that stays in this room. And on the other hand it's awful knowing that my survival is tied to yet another person."
Candra raised an eyebrow, "Yet, his existence depends on you too. Think of it this way, if he dies, you dies, but if you die then he does. A Gryffindor tied to a Slytherin. The irony is almost sickening."
"Dumbledore seemed to think it was…apropos." I almost grinned at that.
"I still can't believe that Malfoy dragged you to Dumbledore. Malfoy of all people." She paused to strum the opening of I'm Goin' Down. "Still it's good you went. You've been touching Malfoy accidentally in potions ever since you first initially touched, but one day it might not have happened. Then where would you be?"
"In bed having the life force drained from me."
"Of course," Candra said dryly. "There is that one way around all of this."
"Defeat your differences and love each other and the Soul Mate Principle will assert its self in a peaceful nature." I repeated Dumbledore's words from the night before.
"And the chances of this happening?"
"Loving a snobby jackass? Zero"
"As I thought." And she played Don't Tell Me by Madonna in its entirety.
*~*
As time flew from October to November and then to December things stayed mostly the same. I'd wake up, eat breakfast, go to classes, have lunch, go to more classes, spend time with Willow and Professor Chase, have pointless discussions with Candra on the pros and cons of being attached to Malfoy, try to finish all homework, while also trying to figure out who Drusilla was (yes Adrian and I still hadn't figured that out, but I considered that the least of my problems), and make sure to make contact with Malfoy at least once a day.
I hadn't told anyone but Candra about my connection with Malfoy, not even Adrian. Adrian might have known, he was after all my brother and twin. Dumbledore had sent owls to Dad, Remus, and Hayden but only Hayden had replied. Dad and Remus were still rat hunting. Questions were being asked though, like why I left the Gryffindor Tower every night, why Malfoy and I seemed to get along so well (note that getting along well meant not screaming at each other every five minutes), and most recently why I was signing up to stay for Christmas Break. Malfoy had to as well. We needed the contact. At first I explained it away as I wanted to do more research for our project, but Adrian was not buying that one and neither was Hermione. I gave about three more excuses before a lucky (well more unlucky in later times) break came my way.
Dumbledore sent Adrian, Harry, and I owls two mornings before Holiday break. Each bore a message asking us to report to his office after breakfast. It even included the password, Cockroach Clusters. We walked to his office in silence. I suspect Adrian was still angry with me at not telling him why I wanted to stay for break. I was wondering why we were being called and hoping nothing had happened to Dad.
"Cockroach Cluster." Adrian said, The gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office swung aside letting us climb the stairs to his office. The door was propped open, so we moved in. I was surprised to find Willow and Professor Chase in the office already conversing with the Headmaster.
"Piper, Harry, Adrian, sit down." He said looking up as we walked in.
"Good morning professors." We said simultaneously, sitting down.
Dumbledore said, "Good morning. I'm afraid I have some bad news. Sirius and Remus have been detained in Germany and won't be home in time for Christmas. They believe they're very close to Pettigrew."
"Well if they're closer to Pettigrew, then they should stay." Said Harry, obviously hiding disappointment. Adrian and I both nodded.
"This more serious," Dumbledore looked to Willow and Professor Chaise before continuing. "Our intelligence tells us that Voldemort has raised a Rahc-Meid Demon."
"Huh?" I blinked several times.
"A Rahc-Meid Demon. It's purpose is to serve the person who raises and binds it for all eternity. It's highly dangerous and could be considered a killing machine."
"And he's raised it to use on us?" Adrian gulped.
"Correct. It must follow Voldemort's commands and our spy was there when he told it to seek you three out and kill you." Dumbledore said. "For Voldemort, it's like killing two birds with one stone. He rids himself of the Twins of Peace and The Boy Who Lived."
"Do we have a visual?" I asked.
"Working on it." Willow spoke for the first time. "Right now we just know that it has a lot of pointy things."
Harry considered this for a minute. "It can't get on the grounds though, right? The wards will keep it off."
"In theory." Said Willow. "But it was raised by Muggle magic. Wicca. That might make some of the wards a little wacky, but Cordy can help me fix that." She looked at Professor Chase who nodded in agreement. "Have you alerted Adrian and Piper's protector?"
"He knows," Dumbledore smiled. "And wasn't very happy about it. He had a few choice names for Voldemort."
"Of course he did." Said Willow grinning. "Bloody and soding probably being inserted between every other word."
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Over the weeks my relationship with Malfoy had developed into what some might call a forced partnership. Maybe grudging respect, but certainly not what anyone would call friendship or love. But at least it wasn't a glare-fest anymore or a competition to see who could be the biggest bitch or bastard. There were times when I could break through the snobby kid and actually have a civil conversation. This of course was always in the kitchens and never in front of our peers in Potions Class. Malfoy had a surprisingly good sense of humor, similar to my own sadistic view of things. It would always make for a few minutes of normal talk until one of us realized we were being more friendly and hospitable than necessary. We'd clam up again and turn back to our own personal studies.
Candra and I talked about it a lot until she got herself a boyfriend and her whole attitude on relationships seemed to change. Now she was all gung-ho about me trying to love Malfoy. Secretly I think she might've been for it before, but Candra isn't one to express her feelings much through speaking. She does it through music. Anyway, after Candra became thoroughly useless for this problem I was forced to deal with it myself.
The night before everyone was to leave for the Christmas Holidays I went down to the kitchens with a purpose firmly in mind. I swore to myself this would be the evening Malfoy and I would have a truly unguarded conversation. I was tired of the sneaking around and being subtle that we were both guilty off. Two people so connected could manage a real conversation right? I told myself this over and over as I walked through the passage to the kitchens.
Malfoy was there already. As usual he has his books and coffee and had already started his work. When I arrived he waited until I sat down then offered up his hand for our needed contact. I was surprised at his silence. Most times he'd say something beforehand, a sarcastic or humorous statement depending on his mood, but tonight he said nothing. I looked up at his face as we clasped hands. He looked somewhere between pissed and scared. Even though I wanted to, I said nothing and went on about my business. But half an hour later the silence was driving me half mad. All other nights he would've said something by this time, but he was just staring into space. His book lay open in his lap completely ignored.
"Malfoy," I finally ventured. "What's wrong?"
"You'd do well to stay out of my affairs." He responded sullenly. The usual drawl and snap had dropped from his voice.
"You're staring off into space." I pointed out.
He turned to me, "Black you do it DADA every day."
"Only because we're doing stuff I already know." I referred to the subject of werewolves. "And Professor Delacour isn't very good. But back to you, you look like you're afraid of something."
"Aren't we all?" He asked softly. "You weren't here last year."
Now was defiantly not the time for all the marvelous comebacks I had to that about stating the obvious. Something good was about to happen, and I wasn't about to go and ruin it. "No. You want to talk about it?"
"The beginning was fine. Normal in Hogwarts fashion, the one exception being the return of the Triwizard Tournament. Even that was going fine until Potter's name came out of the Goblet of Fire." There was no bitterness when he mentioned it. To him it was just fact. "None of the champions were hurt seriously during the first two challenges, but then came the maze."
"Harry told me 'bout it." I said, my voice thick in sadness. The maze was a testy subject around Harry, around everyone who'd been at Hogwarts last year. I hadn't even been there and it still scared me. The fact that Voldemort could execute a plan like that right under our noses.
"When Harry came back with Cedric's body I ran from the bleachers into the Forest. I was scared. Truly and honestly scared. When I came back there was a note from my father waiting on my bed. He wrote to tell me that Voldemort had returned fully alive and in a body. I was to become Death Eater that summer. I managed to avoid it, but that has only delayed it to this summer, and my father constantly reminds me of it as he did today. No Piper don't say anything." He held up a hand as I started to speak. My mouth dropped upon hearing him say my first name. "You asked if I'm afraid of something. I am. I'm afraid of Voldemort, my father, many other things, but do you know what scares me most?"
"What?"
"You."
"Me?" I was genuinely surprised. "Malfoy I'm five inches shorter than you and at least thirty pounds lighter. I couldn't hurt you if I wanted, even with magic. You have nothing to fear in me but my tongue, and sarcastic jabs don't even seem to affect you."
"I know," He paused, thinking, "You don't scare me that way. You scare me because of the power I have over you. I could get you killed, and despite what you or your friends might want to believe I have no desire you kill any of you. But if my father or his friends knew about the connection we have they either kill you or lock you in our dungeons keeping you alive for my benefit only. And it's not only the Soul Mate thing…Piper," I jumped as he used my given name for a second time. "I actually like you and that alone could get you killed."
"Our odd friends but not friends relationship could get me killed?" I asked in a vaguely sarcastic voice.
"No my love for you could get you killed."
Something weird happened then. He said 'love' and our whole world started glowing. It started with our hands and spread quickly up our arms. From there it swept down our torsos and up our necks. It wasn't tingly or anything just odd. When we were completely glowing (and the house elves had crowed into a squeaking mass in a corner) a magnetic like force seized our hands for us to clasp. Suddenly the glow turned blue. It was that way for five seconds then as quickly as it came, it left.
Had Draco Malfoy not grabbed me and pressed his lips against mine there would have been no evidence that anything out of the ordinary had happened that night.
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The next day (Christmas Eve) I planned on telling Candra about the latest developments in my love life. She was staying for Christmas to be with her boyfriend so I figured I'd have time to tell her. It made me kind of giddy to think that I had a secret boyfriend. Like I was in a romance novel or something. The more I thought about this the more I realized how out of character I was acting. Willow had once told me 'Love makes you do the wacky', something she'd also told the slayer Buffy. I was beginning to think it was true.
I'm goin' down
Since you ain't around
May whole world's upside down
Sleep don't come easy…
The bluesy sounds of I'm Goin' Down filled Candra's room. She was singing and playing the guitar like life had crashed around her. Her voice sounded perfect as it always did. I didn't want to bother her so I sat at the edge of a bed waiting for her to finish. Her sad rendition was complete moments later, and she looked up at me. Candra's eyes were bloodshot with tear stains on her cheeks, but she didn't look sad. No she just looked incredibly pissed.
"You should get together with Adrian. He plays almost as well as you."
"The bastards cheating on me." Her voice was calm as she put away her black guitar. "Got a letter meant for his little slut this morning. His owl though it was for me. He was planning on meeting her behind Hagrid's hut in fifteen minutes to give her a 'Christmas present'. I'll be there and I'm going to hex his manhood off."
"Ooh." I grimaced. Candra was excellent with hexes and curses. Not for dark arts, but for revenge purposes mainly on her brother. I felt mildly sorry for Ray Marshal. But then he shouldn't have been cheating in the first place. What goes around comes around.
"Would you like to come along? You can turn him in a lizard or something."
"Use my advanced Transfiguration ability for evil? Of course! Lemme get my cloak."
We were out of the school and in the appointed meeting spot in no time. Candra paced madly until Ray showed up and when he did Candra immediately punched him in the nose. She didn't give him a chance to speak. I stood against a tree with my wand out, watching for Hagrid or other teachers. Ray took a knock in the stomach. I winced vowing never to get on Candra's bad side.
There was a brief shout fest between the angry couple but they got over it quickly and Candra started throwing curses I'd never heard of in my life. So far I couldn't see anything physically wrong with Ray, but Candra's hexes were always fail proof. Ray would get his just deserts. After ten minutes of trying to deflect Candra's magic Ray fled back to Hogwarts grounds realizing there was no reconciling with his ex-girlfriend.
"What were those?" I asked once he was clear.
"His dick will be sick." She said, shrugging like she'd only turned his hair purple or something. Candra strongly reminded me of Anya, an ex-vengeance demon friend of Willow's that she talked about. Anya had given many men syphilis in her day.
Candra went on to describe the various hexes she'd used. I half listened, still worried about teachers. In the middle of a description on a molding curse I heard the crack of a branch from behind. Candra heard the second one that came an instant later. Discussion of curses stopped and we both turned, wands at ready. The next thing I experienced with the taste of dirt in my mouth and let me tell you, it wasn't pleasant.
Candra was on the forest floor two feet from me. She was conscious and looking directly above us. I trained my eyes to look through the settling darkness at what she saw. Two people were fighting over us. One looking vaguely familiar clothing wise. The other wasn't even human. It was tall, spiky, and I think it might've had talons and a beak. The other guy was fighting him off, and knocking him away from us. He picked up a tree branch and drove it through the things chest. That didn't stop it, not by a long shot, but it slowed it down. Our rescuer was able to run from it and grab us off the ground. He took off through the forest with Candra and I. My night vision was usually wonderful but now it failed. It was pitch black giving the illusion or running blind. We turned left and started moving downward. I think they were stairs. Our feet hit sold ground, concrete maybe, and we stopped.
"Follow me," His accent was Cockney British. "Piper, I know you can see. Make sure your friend doesn't get lost." I nodded silently while a million questions came to mind. Candra gave me an inquisitive look which I could only answer with a shrug.
His face was sharp with well formed cheek bones and a nice mouth, I noted looking through the dark, His hair was peroxide blond like Draco's but his had obviously come from a bottle. Not to say it looked bad, on the contrary it suited him perfectly. He was wearing all black with a hint of red peeking from underneath his button down shirt. It was black boots, jeans, shirt, and coat. In fact that coat looked very familiar.
"You were spying on us this summer." I said accusingly.
"Yeah," he said. "That's my job."
"Your job is to spy on Piper?" Candra said in disbelief.
"Someone's gotta keep them safe."
I stopped in the middle of the passage. "You're our protector!?"
"Nice to see you appreciate it pet. Is your brother this thankful?"
"Who are you?"
"My name's Spike." He pushed open a steel door that now lay in out path. Light flooded in the darkness and into my eyes as we entered the room. It was large, half seemed to be a kitchen/TV room, and the other was clearly a bedroom. Candra and I could see Spike clearly now. My friends jaw dropped to the floor. I recognized the 'he's gorgeous' look. I was tempted to remind her that she'd just finished cursing her last boyfriend.
I sighed. "Your name is Spike?"
"You have a problem with that pet?"
"Willow was right you are weird."
He grinned. "What else had Red told you about me?"
"Nothing," chimed in Candra. "It's been one of many unsolved mysteries this year. Adrian'll be happy to have this one solved."
"Was that the demon sent after us?" I asked.
"A Rahc-Meid Demon? Yeah, that was it, and it's not bloody dead yet." As he talked he walked over to a small fridge and pulled out a bottle half filled with a dark red liquid.
"Blood," Candra and I spoke together with the same 'yuck' looks on out faces.
"You try fightin' that thing pet. Takes a lot out of you." Spike took a long drink and put the bottle down. "You two should get back to school."
"Where are we?" Candra looked at the various electronic equipment. "We have to be off Hogwarts grounds."
"A lil' ways off mite, you're right. The demon'll be gone by now. I'll take you back. I need t' see Red anyway."
"So you guys all hung out together?" Candra asked eagerly. "Saved the world and everything?"
He laughed, and Candra made this funny little squeak in the back of her throat. "You could say that. C'mon." Spike ushered us through the steel door. While we walked the fifteen minute passage he spoke a little giving us an overview of some of what had happened in Sunnydale. It was a lot more violent from his point of view than when Willow told it. He was also very liberal with the swear words as Willow had mentioned.
We reached the castle from the forest with no encounters from demons, animals, or teachers. Spike escorted us to the portrait of the fat lady (who complained vehemently about being woken so late on Christmas Eve) and watched us until we were in the Common Room. Thankfully it was empty.
"You can bring you brother to Red's class tomorrow. I'll be there. You too mite." Said Spike as the portrait swung back down.
Candra yawned and stretched after a few moments. "This is the best Christmas Eve I've ever had. I molded over some guys manhood and met a really good looking vampire. Also saw m'self a real live demon. Not that that's something I want to do again, but it was eventful. But I'm tired and I want presents in the morning so, g'night.
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"Presents!" Something hard hit my head as voices continued to yell loudly. I rolled over, not totally caring to get up yet. Lavender and Parvati were wide awake and piling gifts all over the foot of my bed.
"Piper the boys are waiting. Let's go down to the common room." Hermione gently shook my shoulder. She was still in Pajamas and slippers. "And you have to tell us what happened last night."
I yawned pitifully and placed my feet on the cold floor. Throwing a NY Liberty nightshirt on I gathered my packages and followed Hermione downstairs leaving a giggling Parvati and Lavender behind. Living with those two was like living with two Tatianas.
Harry, Ron, Adrian, the twins, and Candra were already down sitting on various chairs and couches. Other than Lavender, Parvati and one or two first years we were the only ones in Gryffindor around for the holidays.
"Yea! Gifts," shouted Fred or George (One day I would learn to tell them apart) when he saw us. "Now we can start." Hermione and I grinned and hurried over to start the festivities.
The first one I grabbed was from Hayden. Underneath the wrapping were three books. Two on unusual charms and one on well known vampires who'd lived or were still alive. I put it to the side to examine later. Next I looked to dad's package which had air holes in the paper. This sent up very large warning flares in my mind. Luckily there was no reason to be worried. Upon removing the paper I found the cutes black lab puppy I'd ever seen, and we must remember that I never have been much of a dog person.
"It's adorable!" Candra gushed. I picked up the puppy and set it in my lap.
"It's name is…" I trailed off. "Aurelius." Adrian and I finished together. We grinned.
"That's so weird," said Ron. "Fred and George do that sometimes."
I kept Aurelius in my lap as I reached for the next gift. It was from Draco. A beautiful crimson cloak spilled out on to my lap. Hermione gasped when she saw it. "Who sent you that?"
"N-No one." I stuttered lamely.
"Yeah right.." Harry reached over and grabbed the card. He tossed it to Adrian who skillfully caught it from the air.
"Dear Lee," he read. "Merry Christmas from your love D. They must close. She let him call her Lee."
"Who is it?" asked Harry. "Must be a rich bloke. That's a bloody nice cloak."
"It's none of your damn business." I told them all simply. I grabbed the card and stuck it in my pocket.
"You will be tell me later Lee." Adrian muttered from his perch next to me. I ignored him and grabbed another package. This one was wrapped in plain brown paper that I took off quickly. The card was written in handsome script. 'Dear Adrian and Piper- the papers here are your family history in depth. I believe they will aid you, Your Uncle.' Adrian was reading it from over my shoulder.
"We have an uncle?" Adrian raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"No," I said. "Remember? Dad only had sisters and mom was an only child. The rest of 'em are dead. Except for that William guy and he'd be dead by now anyway, or he'd be like 120 something."
"Yeah, the only way he could be alive is if he were a vampire or something," laughed Ron. Harry, Hermione, Candra, Adrian, and I stared at him. "What?" Ron looked around at us nervously.
"I could kiss you!" I grabbed Ron hugging him close. "This is the best Christmas present! Willow must think we're soooooo stupid! She was all like 'It's inside of you, 'it's right under your noses' I totally get it now!"
"Drusilla was a vampire!" Adrian yelled. "Ron you're a genius."
"I am?" Ron was still a bit confused.
I reached out to grab the book Hayden had sent, but Harry stopped me. "It's Christmas. Even Hermione doesn't work on Christmas. The book will be here tomorrow."
"That's right." Candra agreed. "Let's go show Willow the cute puppy."
"Ok," I answered and picked up Aurelius. "We'll see you guys later."
*~*
"You named him Aurelius?!" Willow, Spike and Professor Chase all said together wide eyed.
"Uh huh." Adrian gave the adults and odd look. The 'I think you've lost it' look.
"I like it." Said Candra in support. "It's original."
"That it is mite. Aurelius, who'd of thought?" Spike said, his tone slightly sarcastic. The puppy ran over to Spike upon hearing his name and yipped for attention. Willow scooped him up and stroked his head.
"Oh, and we got a package from our uncle."
"You don't have an uncle." Professor Chase said hesitantly.
"That's what we thought until Ron, damned genius he is, said the world vampire. It all fits. Drusilla was a vamp and turned William." Adrian explained.
"Good job!" Willow grinned with humorous glint in her eye. "Spike, you ever met a vampire named William Winthrop?"
"No, can't say I have." He gave Willow a vaguely annoyed look.
I shrugged. "Doesn't matter, we'll find him. And more about Dru."
"Now she's Dru?" Professor Chase sighed.
"Bit personal." Spike agreed.
"Doesn't matter. It's not like we're aver gonna see her." My brother shrugged not really caring.
Many times Adrian had proven that he was indeed a true seer. He had premonitions, saw the past, and occasionally pulled weird stunts with me like the whole naming the dog thing. But sometimes the things he said were way off. It was like ending up in Orlando when you wanted to be in Chicago, and as we were soon to discover this was most defiantly one of those times. I think the only one who might have had an inkling of how wrong he was might've been Professor Chase. She looked oddly at Adrian when he spoke, but said nothing to the rest of us. Silence over took us as the excitement of the holidays drifted away.
"Uh, I-I've gotta go." I said through the thick silence.
"I Thought we were all gonna hang out. Ya know, Christmas and Hanukah?" Willow looked slightly disappointed.
"Malfoy stuff. Required contact and all." I am one of the worlds worst liars.
"I thought you guys were over that, and all kissy now. Going out and…" Willow stopped. Adrian and Candra were staring at me like I had two heads. Willow put a hand to her mouth and looked around sheepishly.
"You're. With. Malfoy?" Adrian made each word a sentence.
"Congrats." Candra clapped me heartily on the back.
"Shut up Candra." Said Adrian through gritted teeth. He looked at me angrily. "You're dating the guy who constantly torments us, would like to see us dead? We are talking about the same Peroxide Incarnate here right?"
"Hey," Spike cut in. "I resent that."
"Sorry," Adrian threw back quickly. "Piper what's going on here? He got you that cloak didn't he?"
"It's called a Christmas present, and he doesn't hate me. If he did it wouldn't make much sense for us to be dating would it?"
"Hey, I don't know what perverted ideas run through his Slytherin mind." He yelled.
"Spike, Willow, Professor, will you please explain this to him? I'm leaving!"
I made sure the door slammed behind me. As Spike would say, 'what a bloody Merry Christmas'.
Dear Draco,
I can't meet you in Hogsmead as planned. I'm a bit upset right now as Adrian has just found out that we're together. He didn't take it very well, and I'm worried he might tell Harry. I'll be laying low until dinner unless I need to do some serious damage control with this situation. Otherwise I think Willow and Candra can handle it.
Merry Christmas,
Piper
PS- The cloak is beautiful. I love it.
Dear Dad and Remus,
A lot's happened and I know Willow will write explaining everything, so I won't give major details. Basically we've found our protector, he saved Candra and me from a demon, and his name is Spike. Exactly how and why the demon found us will be left for Willow to tell. You have to promise not to send a howler, ok?
Oh and dad, the puppy's great. We named him Aurelius. Remus the Transfiguration books are greatly appreciated. McGonagle might not share the opinion, but that's ok. Where'd you guys find this stuff in the German woods?
Thinking of you always and Merry Christmas,
' Piper
Dear Willow and Spike,
If something terribly pressing arises you can find me in Spikes little underground apartment. I'll be here until dinner. Adrian's an ass and I don't feel like dealing with him right now. Try to keep him from telling the other would you? Spike I hope you don't mind me being down here. I'm looking through your Passions tapes for something to watch. Also, did you know the only stuff you've got to drink it blood and beer? Maybe I'll clean out your fridge too.
Catch you later,
Piper.
Dear Adrian,
If you tell anyone anything about what transpired in Willow's room today I'll kill you.
Your sister,
Piper
Dear Piper,
Adrian left a while after you did. We explained things to him and Candra like you asked. He took it, um, well. Don't worry. He'll go wig out for a while, but then he'll come around. He cares too much about you. I didn't get a chance to ask him to keep it to himself but I suspect her will. Spike says not to touch the episode where Timmy dies, and that you bloody well better not break anything in there. Apparently it's hard for him to find a good VCR in London seeing as he can only go out at night.
Love,
Willow
Dear Pet,
If I find any of the stuff in my fridge missing you will have a very angry vampire after you. You really don't want that.
-Spike
Dear Lee-Lee,
I know I was a bastard back there, and I want to say I'm sorry. You're right, I can't tell you who to befriend and who not to. I just worry about you 'cause you're my little sister and…(a/n- imagine writing trailing off the page like in the middle of writing he was snatched from behind. My computer won't do it so use your imaginations)
"Piper!" I looked up from the television to find Spike come to a skidding stop in the room. His demon had come to the surface and I could see his fangs bulging behind his lips.
"Your brother's gone missing!"
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A/n- Hello, hoped you like it. It was a little longer than normal but that's okay. Please Read and Review! Next chapter should feature the return of Sirius and Remus, Wormtail (along with his new little love bunny), Buffy (maybe. Either next chapter or the one after that), and we find out what exactly happened to Spike on his sojourn to Africa. Also FYI this story is of course already and AU but when season 7 starts in September I won't be using information from it in this story or the sequel. Just letting you know.
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