Okay, It's been a REALLY long time since I updated this story, and I'm sorry if you had read it before and were waiting, but I was so wrapped up in my other stories that this one just got kind of shunted aside. Until, of course, I opened my closet to get out the characters for The Prophesey and saw that I had another Draco lurking around in back.I thought to myself 'Wait a minute, I finished 'Dumbledore's Bad Idea', and this Draco is for 'The Prophesey', so...where...Oh. 'Twisting Time' is still un-finished!!!' I know, I know. Most of you are out there thinking 'She thought all of that in one sentence? No way. Not her.' But it's true! I...Me...the people inside my head...actually strung all those words together at once. Odd, isn't it. But alas! I did remember my Buffy/Harry Potter cross over, and I decided that the next chapter was due!!! So I drug out all of my characters for this story, and so far all I've written about is Spike and Draco, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Ginny, and Lavender all all getting quite restless. So I promised them A part in this chapter. At this point something strange occurred to me. At the beginning of chapter two, I asked you all to vote on what pairings you'd like to see, then I listed all the pairings I was willing to write, which I think that was all that were even possible with the characters that I plan to write. Oh, look. Now I'm babbling. Anyways, I couldn't quite remember what anyone had to say about it, so I went to check my reviews again. And the funny part is...Noone reviewed chapter 2!! So I went to see if maybe it was all fucked up, because that has happened to me before. Then I realized that I had no chapter 2. Then I got terribly confused, because I knew that I had written it, then I realized that I had never up-loaded it! Silly me. So I did, and I put a note at the bottom saying how stupid I was, and then I told everyone but Draco and Spike that I couldn't write about them yet, because I am missing some information. Then they got mad. So I told them that I would write a very small part at the end, and they were a bit happier. Except that I had to promise them that the next chapter would be all about them. SO I'm in a bit of a fix. I can't write the next chapter unless at least *one* person tells me what they would like to see. So please do. Right, then. Wow, this has been a very long Author's Note, hasn't it. Sorry. On with the Show (this is it!) !!!
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Spike stalked into the old building silently. There was noone in the first rooms he came to, so he moved towards the back of the building. Slipping along a hallway, he saw light coming from one of the doorways. It was a yellow-ish flickering light, and he made his way towards it. He saw the fire first, before he saw the boy from before. The fire was dancing, literally, along a section of floor. The boy was watching it, what looked like a magic wand trained on it.
Wherever the magic-fire touched the hardwood floor, it left a line of glittering gold. Spike watched for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the boy was doing, and wether or not he was still going to go talk to this boy. As he looked at the golden lines, images of Buffy sprang to mind. Buffy on the stairs, the night before Glory, inviting him inside. Buffy a few years ago when Willow messed up that spell and made them be in love. Buffy kicking Angelus' ass when he wanted to raise the Judge. Buffy thanking him for not telling Glory about the Nibblet, even after he was tourtured. She kissed him that night, just once, as a thanks. It was the memory of that light kiss that drove Spike into the room with the boy.
The boy looked up as he entered, and said "Nox." Spike was cornfloozed (confused), but right after, the magic-fire went out, leaving the glittering trails. "I was beginning to think that you weren't going to show. Thought perhaps my little charm on the address was too much for you."
"So that really did happen then, eh? Nice. Now what's this bloody 'deal' and how the sodding *hell* can I get Buffy back?"
"Like I said before. You help us, we help you." Spike started to protest, but Draco held up a hand to indicate that he was going on. "My name is Draco Malfoy and I am one of the Order of the Pheonix. That dosen't mean anything to you, I know, but let me explain. I am a wizard. Not a wiccan, like your Willow and Tara, but a real-life wand-waving, broomstick-flying Wizard. I can see in your eyes that you think I'm full of it, but just trust me, okay? I can prove it. Tell me how."
Spike stared at him for a bit, then decided 'What the hell.' "All right, then. Conjure me up a bottle of Jack." He felt very self-satisfied in that because he didn't think the boy could do it.
Draco rolled his eyes and said "Accio Jack Daniels!" as he held his wand in front of him. He waited for a few minutes, as the vampire rolled his eyes and turned to leave. Just then, Draco heard the familiar whistling sound. He turned to face the windows just as the bottle came hurtling through, breaking the glass. Spike spun around to see Draco catching the bottle. "Believe me?"
"Yeah, all right. I'll go with this wizard bit. What do I have to do to get Buffy."
Draco handed him the bottle. "Right, then. Nearly eighteen years ago, there was a wizard named Tom Riddle. He was horribly evil, and he wanted power. He got himself some followers, and took on a new name. Lord Voldemort. Don't go saying that, okay? Because most witches and wizards don't say it, in fear. Only a small group of us have enough faith that we can fight him. That small group is the Order of the Pheonix. More on them later. Anyways, Voldemort went around killing people with a curse, called Avada Kedavra. He killed half-wizards, because he thought that they were...*dirty*, unworthy of the magic that they had. And he tourtured muggles just for fun." At Spikes cornfloozed look, he added "Muggles are non-magical people, like you, for instance. And he didn't just kill at random. He choose people that were getting in his way, and such. There was this family, the Potters. There were the parents, James and Lily, and their one-year-old son, Harry. Voldemort went after them, and did the killing curse on the parents. Then he turned his wand onto baby Harry. But something went wrong. The curse sort-of...backfired. It left Harry with a scar on his forhead, and took away all of Voldemort's powers. It would've killed him, except I don't reckon he was still human enough to be killed in any normal way."
"And for ten years after that, no one heard anything about him. They suspected that he was gone for good. Until Harry Potter turned eleven, and started at Hogwarts. That's the school where we all learn how to use our magic. Anyway, Harry started Hogwarts, and then Voldemort showed up again, but only a few knew about it, because Harry defeated him again. By merely touching the body that he had taken over. The year after that, Harry had to battle not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle. A memory of Tom Riddle that had been preserved in a diary. In his third year, Voldemort was still gone, but a servant of his, named Peter Pettigrew, an old friend of James Potter, tried to kill Harry. He escaped, and he, along with a few others, captured him. He escaped by turning into a rat, and he was able to track down his master. During our, Harry's and mine, fourth year of school Voldemort, with the help of his returning servants, was able to somehow come up with a new body for himself. The entire wizarding world, with the exception of the Order, and his own servants, turned a cold shoulder. They didn't want to believe it could happen after all this time. But it did. That's where you come in. The Order would like your help. You're a ruthless fighter, you can heal quickly when woulded, and, best of all, he can't use the killing curse on you because you're already dead. And if we win, we will help you in getting Buffy back."
By now, they were both sitting on the floor, next to the gold lines. Draco guestured to them. "This is the symbol of the Order, and that one over there is the Dark Mark, the symbol for the Death Eaters. They are Voldemorts supporters."
Spike had to stand to be able to see them clearly. The further one was a skull with an open mouth. A snake was coming out of the mouth, going behind it, then coming round the other side. He thought it would make a good tattoo. The other one was a bird, wings outstretched, with a tail made of what looked like fire. It's head was turned, and you could see that it's beak was very long and sharp. It looked a bit like a shirt that the Nibblet had.
He looked back at the boy, and then pulled his cigarettes out of his duster pocket. Lighting one, he said "I'll do it." Draco smiled.
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Six wizards and witches sat around a large round table, looking at a seventh and an eighth chair, which were both empty.The witch with the long brown hair reached into a bag next to her seat and pulled out a book, entitled 'Horribly Difficult Advanced Spells For Those Who Want To Show Off'. The tall boy with red hair on her left looked at it, rolled his eyes, and turned to the black haired boy in glasses on *his* left. He was rolling his wand back and for the between his hands while listening to an article being read by a girl with long flaming red hair. A girl with short blonde hair was doodling a picture of a dragon on a stray piece of parchment as a boy with sandy brown hair drew a leprechaun on a different corner. It was all very much to oquiet, when , with a small *pop* an old man with long white hair and a long white beard suddenly appeared behing on of the empty chairs, which were between the red haired girl and the blonde haired girl. He looked around at all of them, and didn't seem to notice that they had all nearly jumped out of their seats in fright when he popped in. He smiled. "Good. Now we may begin."
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How did you think that went? Okay, I got some reviews on pairings (woo-hoo) but they kind of go against each other. The same two guys are in each review, but there are only girls in one, which isn't a bad thing, but I can't have the same two guys do everything, now can I? No ways! That's not fair to everyone else. So here's the thing. If you are reading this right now, and you haven't reviewed chapter two, go back and do that instead of reviewing this chapter. The list of possible pairings is at the top. If no one else answers, then I guess you'll all just have to suffer with whatever I feel like writing next. ; Anyways, Thanks to all who've reviewed so far:
Kitana-Yeah, that's what the Order is. He'll go back to that memory again and again, each one revealing a bit more...well, I think so anyways. Not quite sure yet. Yeah, she did say it rather clearly, but that meeting had nothing to do with Draco's research, so I just let it slide. I'll tell you what it was though. The council had to figure out what to do now. When Buffy died the first time, Kendra was called, then she died, so it was Faith. Well, Buffy died again, but I honestly don't think another slayer was called then. There is to be a slayer after a slayer, and the only current, non-dead slayer is Faith, who is still alive, but in a coma. The council was having a meeting to decide what to do about the current slayer-less world. (I you all out there watch Buffy, you'll know what I'm rambling on about!)
Neth-Good. Thanks for voting!
Knightsky-thanks a bunch! And thanks for voting!
JP-thanks!
Blondy bear-Darn straight! (::) Tell Tommy I said Hi! (not really...; )
Bethann-I was rather intruiged as well. It's amazing what the free-floating mind can come up with, no?
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Spike stalked into the old building silently. There was noone in the first rooms he came to, so he moved towards the back of the building. Slipping along a hallway, he saw light coming from one of the doorways. It was a yellow-ish flickering light, and he made his way towards it. He saw the fire first, before he saw the boy from before. The fire was dancing, literally, along a section of floor. The boy was watching it, what looked like a magic wand trained on it.
Wherever the magic-fire touched the hardwood floor, it left a line of glittering gold. Spike watched for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the boy was doing, and wether or not he was still going to go talk to this boy. As he looked at the golden lines, images of Buffy sprang to mind. Buffy on the stairs, the night before Glory, inviting him inside. Buffy a few years ago when Willow messed up that spell and made them be in love. Buffy kicking Angelus' ass when he wanted to raise the Judge. Buffy thanking him for not telling Glory about the Nibblet, even after he was tourtured. She kissed him that night, just once, as a thanks. It was the memory of that light kiss that drove Spike into the room with the boy.
The boy looked up as he entered, and said "Nox." Spike was cornfloozed (confused), but right after, the magic-fire went out, leaving the glittering trails. "I was beginning to think that you weren't going to show. Thought perhaps my little charm on the address was too much for you."
"So that really did happen then, eh? Nice. Now what's this bloody 'deal' and how the sodding *hell* can I get Buffy back?"
"Like I said before. You help us, we help you." Spike started to protest, but Draco held up a hand to indicate that he was going on. "My name is Draco Malfoy and I am one of the Order of the Pheonix. That dosen't mean anything to you, I know, but let me explain. I am a wizard. Not a wiccan, like your Willow and Tara, but a real-life wand-waving, broomstick-flying Wizard. I can see in your eyes that you think I'm full of it, but just trust me, okay? I can prove it. Tell me how."
Spike stared at him for a bit, then decided 'What the hell.' "All right, then. Conjure me up a bottle of Jack." He felt very self-satisfied in that because he didn't think the boy could do it.
Draco rolled his eyes and said "Accio Jack Daniels!" as he held his wand in front of him. He waited for a few minutes, as the vampire rolled his eyes and turned to leave. Just then, Draco heard the familiar whistling sound. He turned to face the windows just as the bottle came hurtling through, breaking the glass. Spike spun around to see Draco catching the bottle. "Believe me?"
"Yeah, all right. I'll go with this wizard bit. What do I have to do to get Buffy."
Draco handed him the bottle. "Right, then. Nearly eighteen years ago, there was a wizard named Tom Riddle. He was horribly evil, and he wanted power. He got himself some followers, and took on a new name. Lord Voldemort. Don't go saying that, okay? Because most witches and wizards don't say it, in fear. Only a small group of us have enough faith that we can fight him. That small group is the Order of the Pheonix. More on them later. Anyways, Voldemort went around killing people with a curse, called Avada Kedavra. He killed half-wizards, because he thought that they were...*dirty*, unworthy of the magic that they had. And he tourtured muggles just for fun." At Spikes cornfloozed look, he added "Muggles are non-magical people, like you, for instance. And he didn't just kill at random. He choose people that were getting in his way, and such. There was this family, the Potters. There were the parents, James and Lily, and their one-year-old son, Harry. Voldemort went after them, and did the killing curse on the parents. Then he turned his wand onto baby Harry. But something went wrong. The curse sort-of...backfired. It left Harry with a scar on his forhead, and took away all of Voldemort's powers. It would've killed him, except I don't reckon he was still human enough to be killed in any normal way."
"And for ten years after that, no one heard anything about him. They suspected that he was gone for good. Until Harry Potter turned eleven, and started at Hogwarts. That's the school where we all learn how to use our magic. Anyway, Harry started Hogwarts, and then Voldemort showed up again, but only a few knew about it, because Harry defeated him again. By merely touching the body that he had taken over. The year after that, Harry had to battle not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle. A memory of Tom Riddle that had been preserved in a diary. In his third year, Voldemort was still gone, but a servant of his, named Peter Pettigrew, an old friend of James Potter, tried to kill Harry. He escaped, and he, along with a few others, captured him. He escaped by turning into a rat, and he was able to track down his master. During our, Harry's and mine, fourth year of school Voldemort, with the help of his returning servants, was able to somehow come up with a new body for himself. The entire wizarding world, with the exception of the Order, and his own servants, turned a cold shoulder. They didn't want to believe it could happen after all this time. But it did. That's where you come in. The Order would like your help. You're a ruthless fighter, you can heal quickly when woulded, and, best of all, he can't use the killing curse on you because you're already dead. And if we win, we will help you in getting Buffy back."
By now, they were both sitting on the floor, next to the gold lines. Draco guestured to them. "This is the symbol of the Order, and that one over there is the Dark Mark, the symbol for the Death Eaters. They are Voldemorts supporters."
Spike had to stand to be able to see them clearly. The further one was a skull with an open mouth. A snake was coming out of the mouth, going behind it, then coming round the other side. He thought it would make a good tattoo. The other one was a bird, wings outstretched, with a tail made of what looked like fire. It's head was turned, and you could see that it's beak was very long and sharp. It looked a bit like a shirt that the Nibblet had.
He looked back at the boy, and then pulled his cigarettes out of his duster pocket. Lighting one, he said "I'll do it." Draco smiled.
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Six wizards and witches sat around a large round table, looking at a seventh and an eighth chair, which were both empty.The witch with the long brown hair reached into a bag next to her seat and pulled out a book, entitled 'Horribly Difficult Advanced Spells For Those Who Want To Show Off'. The tall boy with red hair on her left looked at it, rolled his eyes, and turned to the black haired boy in glasses on *his* left. He was rolling his wand back and for the between his hands while listening to an article being read by a girl with long flaming red hair. A girl with short blonde hair was doodling a picture of a dragon on a stray piece of parchment as a boy with sandy brown hair drew a leprechaun on a different corner. It was all very much to oquiet, when , with a small *pop* an old man with long white hair and a long white beard suddenly appeared behing on of the empty chairs, which were between the red haired girl and the blonde haired girl. He looked around at all of them, and didn't seem to notice that they had all nearly jumped out of their seats in fright when he popped in. He smiled. "Good. Now we may begin."
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How did you think that went? Okay, I got some reviews on pairings (woo-hoo) but they kind of go against each other. The same two guys are in each review, but there are only girls in one, which isn't a bad thing, but I can't have the same two guys do everything, now can I? No ways! That's not fair to everyone else. So here's the thing. If you are reading this right now, and you haven't reviewed chapter two, go back and do that instead of reviewing this chapter. The list of possible pairings is at the top. If no one else answers, then I guess you'll all just have to suffer with whatever I feel like writing next. ; Anyways, Thanks to all who've reviewed so far:
Kitana-Yeah, that's what the Order is. He'll go back to that memory again and again, each one revealing a bit more...well, I think so anyways. Not quite sure yet. Yeah, she did say it rather clearly, but that meeting had nothing to do with Draco's research, so I just let it slide. I'll tell you what it was though. The council had to figure out what to do now. When Buffy died the first time, Kendra was called, then she died, so it was Faith. Well, Buffy died again, but I honestly don't think another slayer was called then. There is to be a slayer after a slayer, and the only current, non-dead slayer is Faith, who is still alive, but in a coma. The council was having a meeting to decide what to do about the current slayer-less world. (I you all out there watch Buffy, you'll know what I'm rambling on about!)
Neth-Good. Thanks for voting!
Knightsky-thanks a bunch! And thanks for voting!
JP-thanks!
Blondy bear-Darn straight! (::) Tell Tommy I said Hi! (not really...; )
Bethann-I was rather intruiged as well. It's amazing what the free-floating mind can come up with, no?