Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I certainly don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfics. I'd be rich and famous.
A/N: This is my absolute first fanfic. Please be gentle! Oh yeah.. I'd like reviews but flamers will be fed to Spikey.
Spike: But they taste bloody awful!
Katie: Be quiet!
Well... on to the story!
Introductions
Spike wandered down the street looking for a nice bar, or even a pub since he was back in the mother country. England that is. Yep he was back in England. Angel had told him he could leave and Spike was happy to, after what had happened.
--Flashback--
"I kinda want the dragon" said Angel.
That was all Spike could remember clearly of the last battle. The rest was a blur of screams and death. At the end of the fight all that was left was a lone Fyarrl demon whose neck Spike snapped. Then he looked around to see if Peaches or Illyria were still alive, as Gunn had died next to him when one of the demons stabbed him. Spike heard a moan somewhere off to his right. He turned and saw Angel stumbling over to him, carrying Illyria.
"She's dying," Said Angel with a look of remorse.
"This frail human form is giving out on me. Do not mourn my passing Spike. Angel, you have led well." Illyria said, as a final goodbye.
--End Flashback--
Spike snapped out of his reverie to sense something nearby. It seemed to have an aura somewhat like Rack's place but not quite as evil. The aura seemed just to be hiding the place from humans. Spike, being thick skulled, decided to go looking for it.
He was in luck because it turned out to be a pub called "The Leaky Cauldron." He wandered over to the counter, sat down and ordered a pint. "That'll be two sickles please" requested the barkeep. "Two whats?", asked Spike.
"Sickles. You know those little silver coins used to pay for things." The bar keep sounded rather exasperated,
"Here ya go, and get me a pint too," said a young woman with bright purple spiky hair as she slid four silver coins across the counter.
"And you would be, who?" asked Spike "Oh yeah, thanks for the beer."
"I'm Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks to be exact. But, call me that and I'll curse you into next week." She said brightly. "Since I bought you beer I'd like to know what to call you."
"Name's Spike. Just Spike"
A man with slightly graying light brown hair walked over. "Tonks, who have you picked up now?" he said sounding slightly amused.
"Lighten up Remus. I just bought him a drink, and his name's Spike." Spike looked at the man who was evidently called Remus. He sensed something strange about him, something he hadn't sensed since Angel's wolf-girl...
"Werewolf" he growled. "You're a bloody werewolf."
Remus looked shocked but said, "My name is Remus Lupin, and yes, I am a werewolf. Can I inquire as to how you knew?"
"Well, that's my 'lil secret, but I've got another question. Is there more to this place?"
Tonks looked over and said, "Yep, there's more. C'mon I'll show you." And with that she led Spike out the back door of the pub with Remus trailing slightly behind.
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I know It's a little short... but tell me what you think!