Chapter Two: Home or something like it
Dis: I don't own Buffy or Harry Potter. Don't sue me.
A/N: Ok so I'm guessing that people don't really like Hermione being gay because I only got three reviews when I got 13 for the first part so I'm just going to stop this here if every one wants to be stupid about it.
Shellie: Thank you.
Witchy~grrl: I'm glad it doesn't bother you but I forgot to mention that it isn't the same Jonothan as the show. This is jst some random Jonothan. Sorry about the confusion
Thirteen years was a long time. Even for a vampire. And New Orleans was a city hat never seemed to stop moving. Spike was sick of it. He'd told himself that yes, he could wait out his life here but now it was getting to be tiresome. All he wanted now was to go home. But where was home?
One hundred thirty five years ago it had been in England. After that it had been any where there was a slayer for him to track. This had brought him to Sunnydale. It was the one place since his beloved England had he truly been happy. But Sunnydale was over. There was nothing left there any more.
So what happens now? He asked the sky as it stretched endlessly above him. A sky that was black has his very soul but stretched over time and space towards England. And as it stretched further and further away from him it grew lighter and brighter. That was what he missed most of all. Home... Sun light.
Pulling himself up from the bench where he lay, Spike made his way through the Garden District and towards his flat on the other side of the street, he knew what he had to do. He was going home... And England, with its blue skies and bright fields, was home.
***
He knew some one was following him. He'd know it since he'd arrived here in the London airport that there was some one after him. As he made his way through the crowd he kept his eyes open for someone who had not been no his flight but kept popping up. It didn't work. That only really worked in movies any how.
Movies. Huh. If you'd asked him twenty years earlier, Oz would have told you that werewolves only showed up in movies as well. But It was this very fact that had alerted the werewolf to the fact that he was being followed.
As he made his way through customs, he watched the crowd closely. There were a few people that he didn't know had been on the flight but he knew they could have been in first class. The PTB knew that his brothers at the monastery hadn't been able to afford first class for him.
And then to retrieve his bag. Or not. Some how they'd lost his bag. And so he settled in for a long wait as he waited for flight 934 to return from the good old U.S. of A. where it had some how gotten passage.
***
Seth had never seen anything like it. He watched in amazement as his mother disappeared in the green flames that she had told them were entirely harmless. Flooing she'd called it. "I can't say I've ever done it but most normal witches and wizards do it all the time so it must be fine." She'd gone first and taken Michele with her.
"Well, Seth, are you ready?" his father asked him.
"Yeah!" the boy cried excitably.
"Well then, we just get in here like so, and say... what was it again? Oh yes. Diagon Alley!" And in a rush they were off. Seth watched as the other fireplaces flashed past him but closed his eyes against it quickly when finding out just why it so very important to clean the Floo.
But what amazed him even more was the sight that greeted him on his way out. They had ended up in the Floo station that had only recently been installed in the already cramped alley and Seth smiled at his mother and sister. A moment later his father tumbled out behind them and with an air of unwavering confidence his mother led them out into the alley proper.
I shall refrain from describing the alley in all its wondrous detail since you have no doubt heard all about it on numerous occasions ad infindum. Needless to say they visited the bank first to exchange some money and then it off to the wand shop. Both children exclaimed excitedly over every little thing and some of the more pleasant witches and wizards smiled at them and their antics as the raced each other from one shop to the next. And that's not to say that Mr. and Mrs. Wiles were any better. They were simply more restrained.
Upon entering into Olivander's, the first thing that Seth noticed was s sign above the desk reading "Olivander's can not be held accountable for the actions of the users of wands sold herein." Seth didn't get it but his mother smiled a grim smile at it before breaking out into an all out grin. "I see that we have an educated visitor today," came a voice from behind them. Seth jumped. Turning around he saw before him, Mr. Olivander himself in all his strange glory. "AH, Seth Wiles. I see that it is time for another of your family to join the ranks of wizards. And Mrs. Wiles. I understand that you yourself was once a witch. Are you here for a wand as well? Keep in mind that this shop can not be held accountable for the actions committed with a wand that we sell..." The implied statement seemed ominous to the boy who had only heard half of the conversation. Like he knew something that only Mr. Olivander and Seth's mother could ever hope to know or understand.
"Nothing for me today thank you. But we need to see about Seth here." She ruffled his hair as the man chuckled. Seth wished that his sister were here. Even if she was annoying, mom never ruffled his hair if Michele was around. But She was next door with their father because she had gotten it in her head that she wanted robes of her very own. Seth knew that they would mostly be used for dress-up but if she was a witch too...
"Well then, Mr. Wiles. Which is your wand hand?" Seth didn't know what he meant by this but his mother answered for him.
"He's left handed." Mr. Olivander smiled and muttered something to himself before disappearing into the stacks of boxes. A moment later he came out.
"AH! Try this. Willow, 12 inches with a dragon's heartstrings. Quiet supple. Good for the kind of wizard who doesn't always need a wand." Placing it in Seth hand he told him to: "Go on, give it a go!"
Seth didn't move. "What you mean by not always needing a wand?"
The old man's smiled faltered and his eyes flickered over to Mrs. Wiles. "Your mother knows about it. She can tell you. Go on, give it a wave already!" He seemed like a child waiting for a Christmas present.
Seth did. With a flick of his wrist he began to feel a slow warmth spread up his arm and down his spine. A shower of blue and silver sparks spilled to the floor where they collected like a pool of water.
"Oh! Wonderful! So glad to see that I haven't lost my touch! And to think it was the first one too!" He plucked the wand from Seth's hand and laid it in the box. "That'll be eleven galleons please."
On the way out of the shop, Seth asked the question that had been burning in his mind. "Mom, What did he mean when he said to ask you about not using a wand?"
She thought for a moment before responding. "There are a few witches and wizards who can do magic without a wand for some thing. I used to be able to do it. Most of them learn on a wand and develop into their magic. I never had a wand."
"Maybe you should get one!" said the eleven year old as he ran off to the robe shop to tell his sister all about his new wand.
Inside, they found the place nearly empty save for Michele and Jonathan Wiles. Michele was wearing a set of pink robes with black piping around the cuffs. When they entered she spun around to show them off and the lady who ran the shop smiled at her. Michele always did love to be the center of attention. So Seth smiled at her and Mrs. Wiles went over and cooed about how sweet she looked. Mr. Wiles had already paid his dues in that department so he led Seth over to the woman behind the counter.
"Oh! Goodness! Another one for Hogwarts I suppose? Let's get started." And in only about twenty minutes Seth found himself all ready with his new uniform and, at the insistence of his mother, one set of plain blue robes to wear at other times. He didn't know what he'd need them for but took them any how.
After that they set off for the book shop and then the pet shop where Seth picked up a tiny brown kitten with messy black markings making him look like he'd been hit with a falling can of black paint. He had Seth's same blue eyes and didn't meow but had a tendency to squeak instead. Mrs. Wiles thought he was adorable and wanted to name his something funny like Mr. Kitty or something like that but Seth decided to name him Puppy and would not be swayed from his decision. Michele thought it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
After that it was off to the last few shops and then they were ready to go home. And so that was the family trip to Diagon alley. On the ride home, Seth couldn't help but notice that his mother seemed much more excited about his impending school year.
***
Buffy had spent thirteen years alone. At 33 she was still the slayer but had come to realize that this meant even less to her than it once did. Instead of spending her time chasing them down, she spent it running from the forces of darkness that still threatened to take over the world. She left it to the new slayer. Some little girl in Turkey. Buffy had never met her and had no desire to. The slayer was her past and because she had left it behind, she suddenly found herself lacking a future.
She was wary and her bones ached at night when she lay down to sleep. The wind kept her up most nights no matter what country or city she was in and on it was carried the voices of so many she had lost to her past as the slayer.
Willow. She'd gone crazy when he'd shot Tara. Thinking that her girlfriend was dead, Willow had gone on a rampage soaking up all the evil magic she could find. From there it was history. She'd killed all three of them and then, in her guilt, disappeared without a trace. No one had heard from her and all of their efforts to find her had come up with one thing. She was either dead or really didn't want to be found.
And Xander. He'd gone off to make himself a killing. In the oil business. He'd been digging with one of his construction crews out in Texas someplace and they'd struck oil. He was richer than Bill Gates at the moment. Something that would have once made Anya happy as a clam. But she'd been gone too long. She was already married to some rich computer geek by the time Xander struck it rich. She was fully human with a very human child on the way. Buffy tried to remember the kid's name but couldn't. It didn't really matter. Anya had never really been a part of the group.
There was Tara who Buffy still heard from some times. She was working for some magic school. She was happy there with others like her but the memory of Willow still hung heavy on her mind. "It's not that I still love her like I once did, Buffy. Don't get me wrong. But I wake up sometimes and I can't help but wonder what might have happened if I'd never gotten shot. If it had ended just like any other battle with our local Big Bad. But we couldn't save he day every time could we?" He letters always seemed to find Buffy no matter where she was. It must have been a magical thing and the slayer never questioned it. She took comfort from them for they were her link to the real world such as it was any more.
Spike had disappeared as well. She had no idea what had happened to the vampire but at times it made her wonder... just like Tara she couldn't help but think about what might have been. But there had been nothing there to begin with and Buffy knew she was playing the fool.
But she was tired of wandering now. It had been so long and a recent letter from Tara had forced her to go back to LA if only to see what had happened. So there she stood the same as she had thirteen yeas before. The rain soaked her hair and clothes but she didn't notice as she watched the shadows move within the old hotel.
Taking a deep breath she entered and ignored the stares of those waiting in the lobby. Gunn was at the desk trying to clam a woman down who was babbling on about some vampire in her house. He was having little luck but it sure looked as if Angel's little endeavor to help the hopeless was really paying off.
She spotted Fred coming out of the back office with a stack of files in her hands. "Fred!" Buffy called. The girl was so startled that the files fell to the ground spilling out pictures of a few gruesome looking demons. A patron near-by gasped at them and Buffy bit back the urge to tell her it was a good demon.
"Buffy? Buffy!" Fred cried. Relief washed over her face. She was swept into a hug and a dim part of her mind thought it prudent to mention her current wetness... from the rain you sickos! Ewww!
"Umm... Guys..." For by this point Gunn had come over too and looked like he wanted to do the same as Fred. "Hi. Um.. what's going on?" And with that, things were set into motion. Gunn announced that they were closing and Fred pulled Buffy into the back office where the Host sat listening to old Frank Sinatra tapes.
"Buff, we have something to tell you," said Fred once they had kicked the green demon out of the room. "Well, Angel left."
"He left?"
"Because Cordilia died."
"She died?"
"They were married you know."
"Married?"
"He went to England."
"England?"
Gunn was quickly getting sick of they way the two women were speaking. "Hello? Earth to the Slayer!" He waved a hand in front of her face to try and snap her out of it.
"What? Oh. Sorry." She frowned and her brow was furrowed with the effort. "Thank you. England you said?" She stood and looked around with a slightly confused look on her face. She went for the door. "That you. Umm.. I'm sorry about Cordy. She was..." And without another word she was gone.
She went right to the airport. Booking the next flight to England she was glad she had remembered to keep her bag with her though God knew that her clothes were all so terribly old now. She knew she'd have to go shopping before she met with him.
As she was boarding the plane, it hit her that she had failed to ask what part of England Angle had left for and why.
***
The London airport was bustling with activity and Buffy wandered over to the baggage claim to get her bag. She was so lost in her thoughts that it went around the loop three times before she saw it but none of that mattered any more. Angel could be her's now. He'd loved her before. Maybe Cordy was some kind of rebound thing. Yeah, that was it.
Turning around to exit the airport, she decided she'd take a cab to a cheap hotel and then figure stuff out from there. But she didn't get more than three steps in her given direction before she had bumped right into some one. "Oh, Sorry," she stammered. She looked the person right in the eye and was surprised to see a man there who stood at about her height. "Oz?"
He looked at her. She was about to apologize again for thinking he was some one else but he siad her name and she smiled. "Buffy? Hi."
"Wow, Oz! What are you doing here?" She felt like laughing.
"They lost my luggage."
She did laugh. "Always a man of many words aren't you?" He grinned and it brought back memories of the old scooby gang before... before.
In the end, Buffy sat with him as he waited for his bags. He didn't know what exactly he was doing there or what he was supposed to do but he was determined to get his cure out to the populace of werewolves every where. Oh, he hadn't told her about that? Yes, He found a cure... Thank you.
She was surprised to say the least but very happy for him. They both discovered that neither had anyplace to go and since both were quite poor they decided they should pitch in for a room together. "After all, we've been friends so long it's not like we're going to do anything." As Buffy so kindly pointed out.
So that's what they did once Oz's bags showed up.
***
Angel had been to Hogwarts only once. He'd gone on a hunch from Drusilla that there were easy pickings. They'd been lucky to get out alive. Darla had never let him live it down.
But this was a very different occasion though something told him that if his Sire were still alive and knew about this, he'd still have a hard time living it down. Darla was a very hard person to please. Always had been never would be any more.
With a sigh, Angel hefted his bag up on his shoulder and made his way up to the gates of Hogwarts. His trunk would be delivered later. Weapons were too hard to carry through customs. Yes, things were defiantly looking up now. To think that in only one hundred years he'd gone from trying to kill the students of this institution and now he was going to teach them... "here's hoping that teaching them doesn't lead me to kill them," he muttered under his breath as he made his way up the hill to take his place as the next Defense against the dark arts teacher.
TBC? You tell me V V V V
Dis: I don't own Buffy or Harry Potter. Don't sue me.
A/N: Ok so I'm guessing that people don't really like Hermione being gay because I only got three reviews when I got 13 for the first part so I'm just going to stop this here if every one wants to be stupid about it.
Shellie: Thank you.
Witchy~grrl: I'm glad it doesn't bother you but I forgot to mention that it isn't the same Jonothan as the show. This is jst some random Jonothan. Sorry about the confusion
Thirteen years was a long time. Even for a vampire. And New Orleans was a city hat never seemed to stop moving. Spike was sick of it. He'd told himself that yes, he could wait out his life here but now it was getting to be tiresome. All he wanted now was to go home. But where was home?
One hundred thirty five years ago it had been in England. After that it had been any where there was a slayer for him to track. This had brought him to Sunnydale. It was the one place since his beloved England had he truly been happy. But Sunnydale was over. There was nothing left there any more.
So what happens now? He asked the sky as it stretched endlessly above him. A sky that was black has his very soul but stretched over time and space towards England. And as it stretched further and further away from him it grew lighter and brighter. That was what he missed most of all. Home... Sun light.
Pulling himself up from the bench where he lay, Spike made his way through the Garden District and towards his flat on the other side of the street, he knew what he had to do. He was going home... And England, with its blue skies and bright fields, was home.
***
He knew some one was following him. He'd know it since he'd arrived here in the London airport that there was some one after him. As he made his way through the crowd he kept his eyes open for someone who had not been no his flight but kept popping up. It didn't work. That only really worked in movies any how.
Movies. Huh. If you'd asked him twenty years earlier, Oz would have told you that werewolves only showed up in movies as well. But It was this very fact that had alerted the werewolf to the fact that he was being followed.
As he made his way through customs, he watched the crowd closely. There were a few people that he didn't know had been on the flight but he knew they could have been in first class. The PTB knew that his brothers at the monastery hadn't been able to afford first class for him.
And then to retrieve his bag. Or not. Some how they'd lost his bag. And so he settled in for a long wait as he waited for flight 934 to return from the good old U.S. of A. where it had some how gotten passage.
***
Seth had never seen anything like it. He watched in amazement as his mother disappeared in the green flames that she had told them were entirely harmless. Flooing she'd called it. "I can't say I've ever done it but most normal witches and wizards do it all the time so it must be fine." She'd gone first and taken Michele with her.
"Well, Seth, are you ready?" his father asked him.
"Yeah!" the boy cried excitably.
"Well then, we just get in here like so, and say... what was it again? Oh yes. Diagon Alley!" And in a rush they were off. Seth watched as the other fireplaces flashed past him but closed his eyes against it quickly when finding out just why it so very important to clean the Floo.
But what amazed him even more was the sight that greeted him on his way out. They had ended up in the Floo station that had only recently been installed in the already cramped alley and Seth smiled at his mother and sister. A moment later his father tumbled out behind them and with an air of unwavering confidence his mother led them out into the alley proper.
I shall refrain from describing the alley in all its wondrous detail since you have no doubt heard all about it on numerous occasions ad infindum. Needless to say they visited the bank first to exchange some money and then it off to the wand shop. Both children exclaimed excitedly over every little thing and some of the more pleasant witches and wizards smiled at them and their antics as the raced each other from one shop to the next. And that's not to say that Mr. and Mrs. Wiles were any better. They were simply more restrained.
Upon entering into Olivander's, the first thing that Seth noticed was s sign above the desk reading "Olivander's can not be held accountable for the actions of the users of wands sold herein." Seth didn't get it but his mother smiled a grim smile at it before breaking out into an all out grin. "I see that we have an educated visitor today," came a voice from behind them. Seth jumped. Turning around he saw before him, Mr. Olivander himself in all his strange glory. "AH, Seth Wiles. I see that it is time for another of your family to join the ranks of wizards. And Mrs. Wiles. I understand that you yourself was once a witch. Are you here for a wand as well? Keep in mind that this shop can not be held accountable for the actions committed with a wand that we sell..." The implied statement seemed ominous to the boy who had only heard half of the conversation. Like he knew something that only Mr. Olivander and Seth's mother could ever hope to know or understand.
"Nothing for me today thank you. But we need to see about Seth here." She ruffled his hair as the man chuckled. Seth wished that his sister were here. Even if she was annoying, mom never ruffled his hair if Michele was around. But She was next door with their father because she had gotten it in her head that she wanted robes of her very own. Seth knew that they would mostly be used for dress-up but if she was a witch too...
"Well then, Mr. Wiles. Which is your wand hand?" Seth didn't know what he meant by this but his mother answered for him.
"He's left handed." Mr. Olivander smiled and muttered something to himself before disappearing into the stacks of boxes. A moment later he came out.
"AH! Try this. Willow, 12 inches with a dragon's heartstrings. Quiet supple. Good for the kind of wizard who doesn't always need a wand." Placing it in Seth hand he told him to: "Go on, give it a go!"
Seth didn't move. "What you mean by not always needing a wand?"
The old man's smiled faltered and his eyes flickered over to Mrs. Wiles. "Your mother knows about it. She can tell you. Go on, give it a wave already!" He seemed like a child waiting for a Christmas present.
Seth did. With a flick of his wrist he began to feel a slow warmth spread up his arm and down his spine. A shower of blue and silver sparks spilled to the floor where they collected like a pool of water.
"Oh! Wonderful! So glad to see that I haven't lost my touch! And to think it was the first one too!" He plucked the wand from Seth's hand and laid it in the box. "That'll be eleven galleons please."
On the way out of the shop, Seth asked the question that had been burning in his mind. "Mom, What did he mean when he said to ask you about not using a wand?"
She thought for a moment before responding. "There are a few witches and wizards who can do magic without a wand for some thing. I used to be able to do it. Most of them learn on a wand and develop into their magic. I never had a wand."
"Maybe you should get one!" said the eleven year old as he ran off to the robe shop to tell his sister all about his new wand.
Inside, they found the place nearly empty save for Michele and Jonathan Wiles. Michele was wearing a set of pink robes with black piping around the cuffs. When they entered she spun around to show them off and the lady who ran the shop smiled at her. Michele always did love to be the center of attention. So Seth smiled at her and Mrs. Wiles went over and cooed about how sweet she looked. Mr. Wiles had already paid his dues in that department so he led Seth over to the woman behind the counter.
"Oh! Goodness! Another one for Hogwarts I suppose? Let's get started." And in only about twenty minutes Seth found himself all ready with his new uniform and, at the insistence of his mother, one set of plain blue robes to wear at other times. He didn't know what he'd need them for but took them any how.
After that they set off for the book shop and then the pet shop where Seth picked up a tiny brown kitten with messy black markings making him look like he'd been hit with a falling can of black paint. He had Seth's same blue eyes and didn't meow but had a tendency to squeak instead. Mrs. Wiles thought he was adorable and wanted to name his something funny like Mr. Kitty or something like that but Seth decided to name him Puppy and would not be swayed from his decision. Michele thought it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
After that it was off to the last few shops and then they were ready to go home. And so that was the family trip to Diagon alley. On the ride home, Seth couldn't help but notice that his mother seemed much more excited about his impending school year.
***
Buffy had spent thirteen years alone. At 33 she was still the slayer but had come to realize that this meant even less to her than it once did. Instead of spending her time chasing them down, she spent it running from the forces of darkness that still threatened to take over the world. She left it to the new slayer. Some little girl in Turkey. Buffy had never met her and had no desire to. The slayer was her past and because she had left it behind, she suddenly found herself lacking a future.
She was wary and her bones ached at night when she lay down to sleep. The wind kept her up most nights no matter what country or city she was in and on it was carried the voices of so many she had lost to her past as the slayer.
Willow. She'd gone crazy when he'd shot Tara. Thinking that her girlfriend was dead, Willow had gone on a rampage soaking up all the evil magic she could find. From there it was history. She'd killed all three of them and then, in her guilt, disappeared without a trace. No one had heard from her and all of their efforts to find her had come up with one thing. She was either dead or really didn't want to be found.
And Xander. He'd gone off to make himself a killing. In the oil business. He'd been digging with one of his construction crews out in Texas someplace and they'd struck oil. He was richer than Bill Gates at the moment. Something that would have once made Anya happy as a clam. But she'd been gone too long. She was already married to some rich computer geek by the time Xander struck it rich. She was fully human with a very human child on the way. Buffy tried to remember the kid's name but couldn't. It didn't really matter. Anya had never really been a part of the group.
There was Tara who Buffy still heard from some times. She was working for some magic school. She was happy there with others like her but the memory of Willow still hung heavy on her mind. "It's not that I still love her like I once did, Buffy. Don't get me wrong. But I wake up sometimes and I can't help but wonder what might have happened if I'd never gotten shot. If it had ended just like any other battle with our local Big Bad. But we couldn't save he day every time could we?" He letters always seemed to find Buffy no matter where she was. It must have been a magical thing and the slayer never questioned it. She took comfort from them for they were her link to the real world such as it was any more.
Spike had disappeared as well. She had no idea what had happened to the vampire but at times it made her wonder... just like Tara she couldn't help but think about what might have been. But there had been nothing there to begin with and Buffy knew she was playing the fool.
But she was tired of wandering now. It had been so long and a recent letter from Tara had forced her to go back to LA if only to see what had happened. So there she stood the same as she had thirteen yeas before. The rain soaked her hair and clothes but she didn't notice as she watched the shadows move within the old hotel.
Taking a deep breath she entered and ignored the stares of those waiting in the lobby. Gunn was at the desk trying to clam a woman down who was babbling on about some vampire in her house. He was having little luck but it sure looked as if Angel's little endeavor to help the hopeless was really paying off.
She spotted Fred coming out of the back office with a stack of files in her hands. "Fred!" Buffy called. The girl was so startled that the files fell to the ground spilling out pictures of a few gruesome looking demons. A patron near-by gasped at them and Buffy bit back the urge to tell her it was a good demon.
"Buffy? Buffy!" Fred cried. Relief washed over her face. She was swept into a hug and a dim part of her mind thought it prudent to mention her current wetness... from the rain you sickos! Ewww!
"Umm... Guys..." For by this point Gunn had come over too and looked like he wanted to do the same as Fred. "Hi. Um.. what's going on?" And with that, things were set into motion. Gunn announced that they were closing and Fred pulled Buffy into the back office where the Host sat listening to old Frank Sinatra tapes.
"Buff, we have something to tell you," said Fred once they had kicked the green demon out of the room. "Well, Angel left."
"He left?"
"Because Cordilia died."
"She died?"
"They were married you know."
"Married?"
"He went to England."
"England?"
Gunn was quickly getting sick of they way the two women were speaking. "Hello? Earth to the Slayer!" He waved a hand in front of her face to try and snap her out of it.
"What? Oh. Sorry." She frowned and her brow was furrowed with the effort. "Thank you. England you said?" She stood and looked around with a slightly confused look on her face. She went for the door. "That you. Umm.. I'm sorry about Cordy. She was..." And without another word she was gone.
She went right to the airport. Booking the next flight to England she was glad she had remembered to keep her bag with her though God knew that her clothes were all so terribly old now. She knew she'd have to go shopping before she met with him.
As she was boarding the plane, it hit her that she had failed to ask what part of England Angle had left for and why.
***
The London airport was bustling with activity and Buffy wandered over to the baggage claim to get her bag. She was so lost in her thoughts that it went around the loop three times before she saw it but none of that mattered any more. Angel could be her's now. He'd loved her before. Maybe Cordy was some kind of rebound thing. Yeah, that was it.
Turning around to exit the airport, she decided she'd take a cab to a cheap hotel and then figure stuff out from there. But she didn't get more than three steps in her given direction before she had bumped right into some one. "Oh, Sorry," she stammered. She looked the person right in the eye and was surprised to see a man there who stood at about her height. "Oz?"
He looked at her. She was about to apologize again for thinking he was some one else but he siad her name and she smiled. "Buffy? Hi."
"Wow, Oz! What are you doing here?" She felt like laughing.
"They lost my luggage."
She did laugh. "Always a man of many words aren't you?" He grinned and it brought back memories of the old scooby gang before... before.
In the end, Buffy sat with him as he waited for his bags. He didn't know what exactly he was doing there or what he was supposed to do but he was determined to get his cure out to the populace of werewolves every where. Oh, he hadn't told her about that? Yes, He found a cure... Thank you.
She was surprised to say the least but very happy for him. They both discovered that neither had anyplace to go and since both were quite poor they decided they should pitch in for a room together. "After all, we've been friends so long it's not like we're going to do anything." As Buffy so kindly pointed out.
So that's what they did once Oz's bags showed up.
***
Angel had been to Hogwarts only once. He'd gone on a hunch from Drusilla that there were easy pickings. They'd been lucky to get out alive. Darla had never let him live it down.
But this was a very different occasion though something told him that if his Sire were still alive and knew about this, he'd still have a hard time living it down. Darla was a very hard person to please. Always had been never would be any more.
With a sigh, Angel hefted his bag up on his shoulder and made his way up to the gates of Hogwarts. His trunk would be delivered later. Weapons were too hard to carry through customs. Yes, things were defiantly looking up now. To think that in only one hundred years he'd gone from trying to kill the students of this institution and now he was going to teach them... "here's hoping that teaching them doesn't lead me to kill them," he muttered under his breath as he made his way up the hill to take his place as the next Defense against the dark arts teacher.
TBC? You tell me V V V V