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Title: Twins of Peace Book Three: Time Hopping (working title)
Spoilers: all four HP books, Buffy up to the end of season six, and my two fanfics Twins of Peace books one and two
Category: General, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
If I owned Buffy and Angel Buffy and Spike would be happily married with three kids, and Cordy would be pregnant with Angel's love child. And if I owned Harry Potter Sirius and Remus would be my devoted sex slaves. Unfortunately none of this has happened so obviously I don't own HP, BtVS, or AtS. I do however own Piper, Adrian, Candra, Leandra Wren, and a whole lotto other stuff. If you want to borrow, ask don't steal, 'cause stealing is evil and I'll have to set my dog Padfoot on you (see, that just proves I have no life, I named my dog Padfoot).
Summary- Chapter Two: Are Hermione and Adrian ready for parenthood? D'know? Find out here!
Authors Note: Hi! I'm back for Chapter two. I hope you like it! Please read and review 'cause like I mentioned before I'm a review slut!
Chapter Two: Adrian
Back in the alley in 1880 the portal had appeared just as Drusilla started to turn William. Pettigrew had seen it and dragged us both into it. I tried to yell for Piper but she seemed hypnotized by William and Drusilla. She didn't hear me and when she did turn around it was too late. I was floating around in the blue mists of the portal with Pettigrew just a few feet ahead of me.
We were there for what felt like hours, and I had a lot of time to think. I came to the conclusion the portal appeared for a reason. Most likely it had something to do with Pettigrew. Maybe it was because I'd stopped him from changing anything, so now the portal was carting me off somewhere else to stop him from changing anything else. I hoped it was taking us home. As much as I'd enjoyed watching Spike being totally humiliated (not) we needed to get home and hand Pettigrew over to someone who'd keep him locked away until Malfoy was removed from the ministry.
Contemplation was stopped as I felt myself falling slowly through the blue mist. I grabbed for Pettigrew, but he just kept floating ahead of me. I soon stopped and resigned to falling through the portal. It took forever to travel through the fog and mist but when I came out I dropped lightly onto a four-poster bed, the curtains drawn tightly around it. My clothes changed and suddenly I was in nothing but a pair of black boxers.
I'd barely looked around when I was hugged around the waist by a pair of long, slender arms. I looked to my left and saw an older looking Hermione. As my mouth dropped she only gripped me tighter. "Adrian!" She finally gasped.
"'Mione?" I asked slowly. "My Hermione, from…?"
"Yes, yes! Adrian I was just in 1970 New York!" She exclaimed, detaching her death grip of my waist. We both looked at each other, the confusion evident on our faces. "You look, older." Hermione observed.
"So do you, in good way though." I ran my fingers through her still bushy hair. "Do you know what's going on here?"
She shook her head. "No! I went through that thing after the rest of you. I was worried, and then all of the sudden I'm in a tube station. It was disgusting! There were signs all around indicating that it was New York City, and I was so confused. A woman next to me claimed that we had to catch the next train to work. She seemed to know me, so I went with her when it stopped. But then the door opened and I saw Spike." Here she paused and gave a small laugh. "He looked like some sort of drunk rocker, or he would've but he was in game face. All the passengers saw him and ran away. I boarded because I thought it might be our Spike. "
"Spike's third slayer." I said simply.
"Right!" Hermione said. "The one he got his duster from. I saw the fight, he didn't see me though, and I hid in the next car over and watched through the window."
"Did you see anyone we'd know?"
"Besides Spike no. Where were you?" She asked.
"With Piper watching Spike get shut down by the supposed love of his life then being turned by Drusilla. Pettigrew tried to stop it, but I stopped him. When I started to drop here from the portal I lost him. Piper didn't come through with us." I explained. "The question now is, where are we?"
Hermione slowly sat up and swung her legs out from under the thin sheets acting as if the floor were dangerous. When she seemed satisfied she drew back the bed curtains. "Oh God!" She mumbled, putting a hand to her mouth.
The room we were in was richly furnished with pieces of furniture that looked antique. That I could've dealt with, what made my eyes widen was the view of the ocean we had. Wherever we were was above a high cliff of rocks that the waves bounced on and off of. The sky was pure blue and morning sunlight poured through the huge windows.
"Mummy! Daddy!"
Hermione stopped cold in the middle of the floor and gaped at me. "Do something!" she mouthed as a small girl of about four or five came running into the room and hugged her knees. Hermione hugged the girl tentatively as I just stared. The girl was skinny with sleek black hair and a rosy complexion…almost like a mix of Hermione and I. Kids…we had kids, or at least a kid. Well wasn't this a nice turn of events, besides my being completely freaked out.
The girl made a face as if she was trying to remember something; finally she smiled and said, "Gwen says that she's getting a ride to the mall." Then she smiled and ran out as fast as she'd come in.
"All I can say," Hermione said with a raised eyebrow. "Is that this had better not be in the near future, as in not before we're out of school future."
I laughed. "Actually we look kinda young. Older than sixteen but nowhere over thirty-five."
"Old enough to have started a business," Hermione picked up a small card off of her nightstand. "Black and Black, a sub division of Angel Investigations. You work out of the Hyperion."
"So we've gotta be a California." I said thinking. At least we had an idea of where we could be. I sat up cross legged on the bed and looked over at the small table on my side of the bed. There was one framed picture on mine along with a sharpened wooden stake, a pile of papers, and my wand. Before grabbing my wand I picked up framed picture. It was huge with at least thirty people grinning and waving. The adults were rather calm, their arms draped over shoulders, while the kids ran around in front of the camera tackling each other to the grassy ground and smiling from there. I was able to pick out all of the Scoobies, and the A.I team though they looked older. Then I saw myself at what must've been in my late twenties. I was hugging Hermione. Next to us Candra and Oz were making out as usual and Harry and Dawn held hands smiling and waving. Piper was draped over an older Draco sticking her tongue out at the camera, and Ron stood with his arm around a girl with white blond hair who I didn't recognize. I'd have said it was Fleur Delacour but I knew it wasn't. I blinked twice when I saw my Aunt Leandra in Remus' arms with Dad in the background giving them bunny ears and the like. They'd gotten together?
"Oh wow!" Hermione gasped, looking at the active picture. "Look at the kids. They're ours! Look, that one belongs to Spike, it's William I think. And the girl crawling around Harry's legs, she looks like Remus. And that one looks like Angel…this is our future!"
I carefully opened the frame and slipped the pictute around. When I turned it around I found what I was looking for. "July 15th 2017, Central Park, New York City. Hey, at least we know we survived Hogwarts."
"Adrian that's not funny! Oh, I think he belongs to Fred!" She pointed to another scampering toddler.
"He looks three, how can you tell?"
Hermione gave me a withering look. "I just can. It's a…woman thing."
"So, what do we do now?" I asked, baring back down to reality. "The portal's not going to come back until we do what we have to do, or at least that's what I think. I wonder if anyone else is here, I would kill for an adult."
"I never thought I'd hear you say that." She said with a smile. "Maybe that's some-"
A loud yell from below stopped Hermione in the middle of her diatribe. "Daddy! Uncle Xander and Uncle William and Aunt Buffy are here."
"Maybe my prayers are about to answered." I jumped out of the bed quickly and searched the room for the dresser. Hermione found it first and we each threw on jeans and tee-shirts with in five minutes.
"Which way?" Hermione asked once we stepped into the hall. The hall went on in both directions from the door to our room and there were stairs at both ends.
"Right's as good as left." I said with a shrug and took her hand. We went to the right staircase and hurried down it. The case ended in a large foyer decorated with pieces of art that had obviously been chosen by Hermione. I had no talent in that sort of thing.
Spike, Buffy, and Xander stood by the large front door. They way they looked around curiously told me that they were from our time and not here. Xander let out a low whistle when we came skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.
"You two struck it rich." Xander said, and then raised an eye brow. "You are 'our' Adrian and Hermione right? Hey, you look older!"
Hermione giggled. "So do you. Where did you three end up? Just here?"
"Subway, 1970." He said.
"You too?" I asked confused. "Did you see Hermione?"
Xander shook his head and shrugged. "Nah, I was too busy trying not to get bashed with that pole Spike was going all kung-fu-ish with. Then I saw rat-face, managed to knock a crossbow out of his hands, and then jumped into another portal."
"How was Peter in two places at once? I saw him when…"Buffy stopped and leaned into Spike seeking comfort. "Well, I saw him, and stopped him. He had a crossbow there too."
"I stopped him from trying to stop Spike from getting turned." I said trying to remember everything. "Anyone notice this is kind of Spike-centric?"
All eyes swung to the blond vampire. He held up his hands in peace. "I didn't do anything to that bleedin' rat. That was my nephew, not me."
"And where'd you end up?" Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"When I was making a fool of myself singing and prancing around that graveyard like a bloody poof. Pettigrew tried to shoot me while I was standing on top of a coffin." Spike said with a scowl. "There're a few moments in my life I never want to relive, that was one of them."
"Oh you mean, 'let me rest in peace, let me get some sleep, let me take my love-" Buffy left off with a laugh as Spike growled deep in his throat.
"So, yet again it's Spike's fault." Xander concluded. "So, resident witch and wizard, how do we get back home?"
I snorted. "Got me."
"The pattern thus far has been Pettigrew tries something, we stop him, and then the vortex appears. So the question is, what can Pettigrew try here, but since it's the future we're really out of the loop." Hermione said logically.
"She's always so pessimistic in these situations." Spike muttered.
"Was that girl your daughter?" Buffy asked suddenly as if just realizing something. "She looked like the two of you."
"Yeah, you should see the picture upstairs, we all have kids, and they all look like us. William turns out to look just like Spike, except for the hair. There's so many of them." I said. "If we're gonna be here awhile we should probably learn their names."
Buffy nodded quickly looking strangely like Anya for a second. "Right the kids! We saw William and Damon this morning, and this eight-year-old girl who said her name was Caitlin Joyce. We have kids, and Pettigrew would love to go after them. I mean they're our kids, they have to be, err, special…somehow. We're their parents."
"I wonder what the date is." Hermione mused.
"July 14th 2017." Spike said. "I saw it on a newspaper at our house before we left to try and find someone."
"July 14th…it can't be. The picture I saw upstairs was taken on the 15th this year in July." I told them, earning curious looks.
"Officially confused here." Xander said. "How could a picture come from the future?"
"How could we come from the past? Some people would ask that." Hermione countered seriously. "That woman, Adhara, she brought the picture here, I know it. It was her time turner that got us here. Pictures can't just float though time by themselves."
Spike fingered the golden chain that sat at his throat. "She said as long as we had the strand we'd be safe forever."
"Crazy much? She is, that's for sure." Buffy threw her arms up in the air. "She's the type that would've sent us here on purpose, in fact I'll bet she did. She knew that time turner thing was messed up and gave it to Adrian because she knew this would happen."
"Well if she can see into the future maybe she knew this would turn out to be a good thing. Maybe we're here because we're supposed to catch Pettigrew." I suggested.
"Then where're Piper, Sirius, Remus, Harry, Draco, and the rest of 'em. They could've joined the fun." Spike grumped, still touching the chain.
"They could be here." Hermione said. "Just not here. How did you get here anyway?"
"There's this quarter page ad in the LA Time for Angel Investigations and Black and Black. We guessed that had to be you and Piper so we came to address." Buffy explained. "Xander met us at the door. He landed here, in the gravel on the driveway. But that's not really important, I want to know how that picture got here."
Xander rose his eyebrows at us "I thought you guys had gotten that already! Listen. If Adhara did send it, then it has to be a clue. Rat-face is gonna try something tomorrow in Central Park. I'd say 'duh', but I don't want to get punched. Who knows whether that chip is still working." In response Spike reached over and socked Xander hard in the arm. Immediately he pulled back and clutched his head in his hands. Xander looked rather smug as he rubbed the black and blue forming under his skin. "I always say that you should receive satisfaction from the little things in life."
Hermione gave him a tiny grin before turning to Spike. "You'll be ok right?"
"Fine," he muttered, shaking his head and leaning on Buffy. "Listen mite, will you go get that picture from your room? I'll kill the whelp while you're gone and then we can figure out how to get outa here."
*~*
Our second youngest child Chloe was five, and because she was five it was easy for Hermione to sit her down and a game of pretend school. She handed Chloe and second huge group picture Xander had found in the study of the house and started playing name the people. An enchanted quill wrote everything down. Hermione pocketed it when she was done and came into the front parlor where the rest of us were sitting, writing out notes of sheets of paper. I was poking Freya's Strand with my wand using spells to try and figure out everything about it that I could.
We all stopped when Hermione walked in with the paper in one hand and a sleeping boy nestled in the other. She handed the paper to Buffy and the child to me. She rung her hands and shrugged. "He was crying, and I picked him up then he stopped."
"Who is he?" I shifted him awkwardly in my arms.
"Ryan. He's three, our youngest. The rest is there, God it's long." She pointed to the sheet she'd just given to Buffy.
Buffy's eyes widened as she looked the paper over. "You got a five year old to tell you all this in less than two hours? I'm impressed. Dawn never sat still for more than minute."
"Chloe really likes Oreos." She admitted sheepishly, but she still smiled. "Xander you and Anya marry, and Fred and Gunn get married, and I'm a bit confused here but it seems that Remus marries Sirius's sister, but-"
"Madam Morela." I said. It didn't make any sense to keep it from anybody anymore. If it helped then it needed to be known. Everybody stared at me, but I ignored them and shifted Ryan again. "Keep going."
Hermione puzzled for a moment "Ok…well I've almost memorized it. Adrian and I have three kids, Ryan, Chloe, and Gwen. Gwen's twelve and in Hogwarts. Buffy and Spike have William, Damon, they're fifteen, and Caitlin Joyce, and apparently Spike's a writer…don't look at me like that! I just know what Chloe told me." Hermione almost shouted the last part at Spike when his eyes bugged as she said he was a writer. "Anyway, Buffy you work for Angel, or with him. She wasn't quite clear on that."
"She works for Peaches?" Spike asked sarcastically. "Don' worry luv, I promise that'll be one thing that never happens."
"Spike!" Buffy elbowed him in the gut.
"Willow and Cordelia still work at Hogwarts, but I think I picked up that Willow lives with Buffy and Spike. Cordy and Angel have one son, Connor, Cordy isn't Connor's mum, but Angel's his father. I don't even want to know about that. Um, this is interesting, Oz and Candra own…the Binze, Bonze…what is this?"
Buffy grinned. "The Bronze! That's awesome, are they married?"
"Yes, so are Harry and your sister... No comments Spike" Hermione said. She shut Spike up just as he was about to say something about Harry and Dawn. "Dawn and Harry have one girl, Jade, she's thirteen, and Oz and Candra have a girl and a boy. Serena's ten and Cole's thirteen."
"All you girls got pregnant at the same time!" Xander laughed.
Hermione nodded, brushing aside the comment. "You and Anya have a ten year old girl named Zephyr."
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume Anya picked the name. It sounds Greek."
"It is, it means west wind." She confirmed.
"I'll assume the five year old didn't tell you that." Spike joked.
"Draco and Piper have three boys," Hermione managed to say holding back her giggles, so as not giving Spike the satisfaction of making her laugh "Lucian, Kyle, and Remy. Ages thirteen, nine, and eight. The oldest is in Hogwarts, and…oh! Um…Buffy do Will and Damon do that?"
"He's hungry," Buffy said softly. I traced the soft ridges that had appeared on Ryan's face. Millions of thoughs flashed through my head, not all of them good.. He woke up and stretched in my lap, then looked up at me with expectant golden eyes. "Madam Pomfrey said that they shouldn't need blood their whole lives, just until about five."
I stood up with the boy in my arms. "I'll take him. Where's the kitchen, wait stupid question. I'll find it."
"Yeah, c'mon Adrian." Spike got up eyeing my wearily, like I'd done something wrong. I shrugged and waited for him outside of the study. Spike shut the door behind him when he came out. I saw Hermione's curious look before the door closed, she began to chew on her lower lip in worry.
"Good acting mate. You looked sufficiently surprised." Spike said as we walked through the first floor rooms in search of the kitchen. "You fooled them, 'Mione might've suspected something though… she's a smart bird.".
I turned and looked at Spike. He couldn't know, it wasn't possible. But then he nodded at me and I knew that he did. Damn.
*~*