Wow, was just reading my old reviews and saw that a few chapters back I had one from Don Sample. Fair enough, it was one pointing out my vocabulary mistake, but I was quite amused as I love his story, 'Harry Potter and the Key of Dagon.' If you haven't read this, then go check it out, as its one of the top fanfics ever written. Don Sample, if you are still reading my fic, send me a review since I was pleased to hear from u.

Chapter 18

Buffy woke up in a corner of the dungeon, in Angel's arms. He was awake, stroking her face as she stretched and smiled at him sleepily.
 "Morning sleepy head," he said softly. She kissed him, and yawned widely, feeling the effects of having stayed up talking all night.
 "What time is it?" she said through her yawn, wrinkling her nose.
 "Half eight," Angel answered casually. Buffy sat bolt upright.
 "Half eight?" she repeated. "Damn, I've got to go. Sorry, but I've got class at nine, and I can't let Harry or Dumbledore down. Be back at lunch, see you." She kissed him quickly, and then ran out of the dungeon.  

Buffy rushed into breakfast at ten to eight, having showered and changed in record time. Harry, Ron and Hermione were eating toast and talking quietly when she skidded into the hall.
 "Hey guys," she said, out of breath. She began piling jam on toast speedily. "What's up?"
 "So it's true then?" Ron said carefully. "Your old boyfriend, the vampire, is back then?" Buffy looked at them carefully, not stopping her application of jam.

 "Yeah it's true," she said comfortably. "He's staying at Hogwarts for now too. You'd better come and meet him, at lunch." Ron looked so shocked that Buffy could see the whites of his eyes.
 "Meet a vampire at lunch?" he said, flabbergasted. "What if he bites us or something? I don't want to become lunch for a vampire." Buffy laughed, which made Ron somewhat annoyed.
 "He has a soul," she said, now eating her toast. "He's not going to bite you, he doesn't eat people." Ron shot her a dark look.
 "Yeah we'll come and meet him," Hermione saying, shooting a reproving look at Ron and earning a glare back. "Of course." Buffy grinned, and then leapt up with the others as the bell rang for the first lesson.

Buffy last lesson before lunch was Potions, and she considered skipping it after the events of last night, but decided that she owed Dumbledore enough to convince her to attend.

True to her prediction, Professor Snape was on rare form. Not having been able to exact his revenge on Angel for daring to appear in his dungeons, he decided to take his anger out on Buffy.
 "The rest of the class can attempt this metamorphosis potion, but I think it might be a little advanced for our American friend," Snape said, causing the Slytherins to laugh, Malfoy the loudest. Buffy looked at him coolly. She stomped up to the front of the class when he beckoned her, after all the others set to work on their potions.

 "Dumbledore may be under the illusion that a vampire can be trusted," Snape said cruelly, "But I, unfortunately for you, am not. If I see either of you doing anything that looks mildly suspicious, you will find yourselves cursed faster that you can say 'knargle.' Do I make myself clear?" Buffy stared at him icily, and then nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Then we have an understanding," Snape said with a slimy smile. Never had Buffy more wanted to attack a mortal. It took all of her self restraint not to knock him out with a right hook. She sat back down at her potion stained desk and made notes from the textbook Snape gave her, ignoring the sympathetic glances the others threw her. When the bell finally went, Buffy nearly ran out of the dungeon, so keen was she to be away from Snape. Harry, Ron and Hermione followed her, waiting til all their classmates had left, before turning in the opposite direction.
They approached Angel's dungeon, and Buffy knocked softly and opened the door. The four entered, and Buffy was surprised to see the changes to the room that Dumbledore had provided. A grand four poster bed was against one of the walls, even bigger than Buffy's in her dormitory, and it too was hung with dark, blood red drapes and coverings. The thin wooden bench by the window had become a red velvet covered sofa, the ragged curtain a deep red drape. A bookshelf filled one wall, a desk next to it, and Buffy could see a packet of blood on the table next to the bed.
 "This place looks great," she said to Angel, who was sitting by the window, staring out of it. "But hey, why aren't you all dusty?" He smiled thinly at her.
 "Professor Dumbledore put a charm on it," he said. "The rays cannot hurt me." He looked away from the window, which had a view over the forest and part of the Quidditch pitch and got up to embrace Buffy. Buffy exulted in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, then pulled away.
 "Angel these are my friends," she said, gesturing to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were standing nervously by the door, Ron eyeing it every now and then. "This is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley." Angel came forward to shake their hands.

  "Of course, Harry Potter, I know all about you," Angel murmured. Ron looked as if he were about to laugh, but suppressed it with a furtive glance at Angel. "I know a few ex-death eaters." Harry raised his eyebrows.
 "Ex, don't you mean dead?" he said quickly.

"Already dead when they joined." Angel said briskly. "Voldemort tried to have them staked but they managed to escape to America." The awkward silence that Buffy had got so used to crept up on them again.
 "Well we'd better get lunch," Hermione said quickly. "See you later Buffy." Harry and Ron followed her out of the dungeon.
 "They seem nice," Angel said distractedly. "And you've got to take care of Harry? He's going to need it." Buffy nodded seriously.
 "He's got a prophecy, something about being the one who can bring down Voldemort," she said. "I can relate to that one. But his friends, they don't know. He won't tell them, doesn't want them to see him as the 'marked man' he thinks he is." Angel nodded seriously.

 "It's rough," he said. "But I want to help; now I'm here. Whistler said we would, and I owe Dumbledore. That man has done so much for me, I want to help in any way I can."
 "He helped me too," Buffy agreed. "Hey, he's the helper man! He helps everyone, like a cool superhero."
 "I'm not sure a Lycra costume is quite me," Dumbledore said dryly, entering the room.