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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.
