There Sure Are A Lot of You
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss is the God of Buffy, while Rowling stakes her claim on the Hogwarts crew. I'm just playing with their masterpieces for a bit. So no one sue me. I'm too funny.
A/N: This is my first fic, so if it sucks, tell me. I'm all for constructive criticism, and I think I can handle some flames. Please review, especially if you like it. Also, I've decided that after all that happened in season 2, Xander is going to have a small change of heart towards Angel.
Spoilers: For Buffy, it's the summer before their Senior year, Buffy is still nowhere to be found. For HP, Ginny has graduated, and The Golden Trio has been out of Hogwarts for a year.
Chapter 1
Ginny was going to be sick, horribly and utterly sick. Hermione had insisted that they take a plane to America. "It's something everyone should be experience. The muggles out did themselves with this inventions," Hermione had said while convincing Harry, Ron and Ginny to take the flight to New York, where they would board another to Los Angeles. Ginny noticed, angrily, that Hermione made no mention to motion sickness. 'Probably because she doesn't suffer from it,' Ginny thought bitterly. Infact she seemed to be the only one of their group feeling the slightest discomfort.
Ron snored loudly to the right of Ginny, drool was trailing down the side of his mouth, and every so often he would mumble something about "the spiders." Facing towards her, was Hermione, with her nose stuck in a book. It was "Lord of the Flies" from what Ginny could see. 'That's reassuring, reading a book about a plane crash, while flying!' Harry sat next to Hermione, looking out the window beside him, his eyes wide in awe. 'Just like a little boy,' Ginny noted.
The plane hit another patch of turbulence, startling Ron out of his slumber. Ginny, once again was thankful for the fact she had an aisle seat, as she rushed to the bathroom. For the third time. Ginny was going to kill Hermione. Even if they were already on the second leg of their flight, and would be landing in LAX in about an hour, she would have the other girls head.
"Bloody wonderful way to start the summer," Ginny mumbled to herself, her head hanging over the toilet. "Once I get my wand out of my bag…" she threatened to no one. The plane shook again, and Ginny lurched forward, seeing her lunch for the fifth time today.
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Somehow, Ginny had made it through the flight, and was now safely standing on solid ground, at the baggage claim of the Los Angeles Airport. The others already had theirs, and were waiting on Ginny. 'If my luggage was lost, I'm taking Hermione's. We're the same size anyway.'
Contrary to what many had thought, Ginny never grew to be as tall as Ron. At 5'8" she stood at a fairly average height, and a fairly average weight. But her flaming red hair, that framed her pretty face and stunning blue eyes, Ginny was quite more than fairly average. Not that she would ever admit to it.
Finally, she spotted her dark green luggage, and she grabbed them off the conveyor belt.
"Okay, we're ready. Oh, I can't wait to do everything I've planned out for us," Hermione was more than a little excited about the trip.
"Hermione, can't we just play this by ear? Just because you've had your entire life planned out since you were three, doesn't mean the rest of us feel the same way," Ron said, still cranky from being woken out of his nap.
"Actually, Ronald," Hermione began, clearly hurt by Ron's words, "what I have planned out might interest you. But if you'd rather go to the clubs of L.A. than visit a hellmouth, who am I to stop you." Ron was speechless, the shock of what she said was taking its toll. Harry, however, was fully capable of speech.
"A Hellmouth? Hermione, you're joking right? Hellmouth's are the homes to-"
"Demons, vampires, zombies, succibi. Yes Harry, I know. And I think we have an amazing opportunity here. You want to be an auror, you're in training for it. Why not test some of you skills on the creatures we find? And with Ginny out of school, now is the perfect time. So, are you in?"
"I am," Ginny said, and Ron turned to her, once again in shock. "What? I want to be an auror too Ron, or did you forget that. Hermione is right, as usual, this is a once in a lifetime chance. I'm not letting it slip away."
Ron was dumfounded, "B-but Ginny, you can't. Your only just out of school. You can't possibly know how to defend yourself-"
"I don't know how to defend myself? How funny you say that when I distinctly remember going head-to-head with Lucius Malfoy, during the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, and winning. So, tell me, Ronald, why can't I defend myself?" Ginny was outraged, this much was obvious. While Ron was once again speechless, which seemed to be the theme of the day. Harry was highly amused by the whole scene, and was finding it very hard not laugh at the bewilderment of his best mate.
"Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, do I have to remind you that we are in a public muggle area, and such conversations are better left to more secluded places," Harry spoke with an amused tone. "Now, after to listening to the three of you I must say I agree with Hermione and Ginny. The hellmouth will just be one more adventure for the Golden Tr-ahh Quartet, as it now seems."
Hermione was beaming, "Thank you, Harry. Now we'll just rent a car and be on our way to Sunnydale."
"Sunny-what?" Ron asked.
"Sunnydale, Ron. The town on which the hellmouth is located. Do you ever listen?"
"Do you ever shut-up?"
"Ronald Weasley!"
Normally, Ginny would have laughed at the familiar banter between Hermione and her brother. Though right now her mind was else where, once Hermione had said they were going to Sunnydale something inside Ginny twitched. A longing she had felt her entire life seemed to quiet ever so slightly. Her change in attitude did not go unnoticed.
"Ginny? Gin, what's the matter?" Harry asked, walking beside the red haired girl.
"I don't know Harry, but I have a strange feeling we're about to get a lot more than we bargained for," she replied looking into his concerned green eyes.
"Don't I know it, another two hours with the bickering duo," he joked, trying to get a laugh out of Ginny. He succeeded.
"Oh Harry," Ginny playfully slapped him on the arm. "What would I do without you?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I'm sure it would be dreadfully boring."
"And, Merlin forbid, not life threatening."
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"This is Sunnydale? 'Mione are you sure you've got the right place? If I didn't know any better I'd think I was back on Privet Drive," Harry asked as they stood by the car, staring at a street that looked like something out of "Leave It to Beaver."
"Yes this is exactly what we're looking for," Hermione started, "I did research on Sunnydale before we came here. This place, though appearing to be an everyday suburb, is one of the most dangerous places on earth. The people living here don't even know it. The amount of 'wild dogs' and 'gangs on PCP here are uncanny."
"And the people living here just ignore it?" Ron was astonished. "All these attacks and deaths, and no one does a damn thing?"
"That's the interesting part Ron, over the past two years, the demonic activity seems to have gone down. It's still above the normal standards, but it would appear that someone has been fighting to forces of darkness surround Sunnydale."
"Like a slayer?" Ginny asked.
"Don't be silly, Gin. Everyone knows that slayers a just myths. Tall tales to help the kiddies get to sleep," Ron said in a condescending tone.
"Yes, if anything, there is probably a group of wizards here, defending the Hellmouth. I hoped that we could find, and possibly assist these people," Hermione said, gazing at the setting sun behind them, "At any rate, it's getting dark, which means that vampires could be out at any second."
"I have a question," Harry began, looking to Hermione, "what's a slayer?"
"Oh, that's right, you were in the infirmary when went over it in our sixth year. A slayer is supposedly a young girl, usually fifteen or sixteen, chosen by the 'Powers' to fight vampires, demons, and any other supernatural force threatening the world. She has increased strength, speed, and heightened senses. They are suppose to have very short life spans. As Ron said, however, slayers are just myths."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," a voice spoke from behind the four, and the spun around to see how it was addressing them. There stood three teenagers, a little bit younger than the four wizards. Each held a wooden stake, and the girl who addressed them also carried a bottle of what appeared to be Holy water. She had red hair that could rival Ron and Ginny's any day of the week, and a very cold stare. On either side of her was a boy. To the left a tall brunette with chocolate eyes, and a very goofy smile. On her right was a shorter boy with dyed black hair, and beautiful blue eyes. They were a very odd group.
Hermione stuttered out a response, "A-a-are you the S-slayer?"
The red-head's shoulders slumped, and her eyes became much softer as she bowed her head, "No, just a bad substitute until she gets back." The boy with the spiky black hair turned to the girl and put his arms around her.
"She'll be back, Will, don't you worry, she's gonna be back."
"It's been two weeks Oz. I hoped by the time I was out of the wheel chair, she'd be home. Oz, what if she doesn't come home," the girl, Will, started to cry, and she through her head into the boy's, Oz's, shoulder.
The other boy looked incredibly uncomfortable, and like he needed a hug as well. He shifted his weight form one foot to the other until he noticed that there were still other people there. "Hi," he said, "I'm Xander, and that's Oz and Willow makin with the hugs next to me."
Ron smiled to the other teen, "Hey there mate, I'm Ron, and this is Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, my sister. I'm sorry if this isn't an appropriate time, but did you guys mentions something about the slayer?"
Willow sniffed, and turned back to the others, "Yes, we know her. She was here, but then, then she left. That was two weeks ago, we don't know when she's coming home." Willow once again broke into tears.
"I'm very sorry," Harry offered, feeling sympathetic to the girl who clearly missed her friend.
"I thought the slayer was a myth, everything that we've been taught says that she doesn't exist. I can't believe this. The books, I've read books. I'm so confused," and Hermione was indeed, very confused.
"Lord forbid, Hermione, that the books are wrong," Ron said sarcastically.
Willow looked at them again, this time curiosity showing in her eyes, "How do you guys know about all this? We heard you before, how do you know about vampires and demons, and why were you taught about this stuff?"
"Oh boy," Ginny breathed, looking from one friend to the next. 'Do we tell them the truth, they clearly aren't wizards, but they don't seem very muggle like anyway.'
"Who wants to take this one?" Ron asked looking at his friends.
"I'll do it," Ginny said, cutting off Harry as he opened his mouth to talk, "No reason for Harry to do everything," Harry smiled gratefully at her. "To make this long story as short as possible, we're wizards. Magic is real, not everyone can do it, but we can. We've come to the Hellmouth to help fight the evil here. At least for the summer, that is."
"Oh, we already knew magic was real," Oz spoke to the group. "Willow here knows a bit herself.
"You do magic?" Hermione asked the girl. Willow nodded back meekly.
"Not much, in fact, the last spell I tried didn't work."
"What was it?" Harry asked Willow.
"A soul restoration spell for a vampire."
"A WHAT??" Hermione screeched.
"Did I do something bad?" Willow asked, a little put off by Hermione's out burst.
"Of course not, baby, I'm sure she's just a little surprised that you could do that," Oz said softly petting the girls hair. The boyfriend/girlfriend vibes were going strong between the two.
"Yes, I am very surprised. But you must realize that the spell you attempted was dark magic. Why on earth, Willow, would you want to restore a vampire's soul?" Hermione once again questioned.
"He was our friend, and he lost his soul, because…well um, just because, and well we wanted to give it back, since he was doing bad things again. Angelus was hurting people, he killed Ms. Calendar, and Buffy wanted Angel back. So, so I found the spell the Ms. Calendar's tribe used to curse Angelus the first time, but it didn't work. We tried it twice, but the first time Drusilla came and killed Kendra, the police thought Buffy did it, even though she did it. Some vampire pushed a bookcase on me, so I couldn't walk for awhile. The second time I tried the spell was in the hospital, no one wanted me to do it, but I had to. I just had to for Buffy!" Willow broke into tears again, and Oz wrapped his arms around her.
"Shhh, it's okay. We know you had to, it's not your fault it didn't work. Buffy probably already killed Angel before you completed the spell," Oz mumbled softly into Willow's ear.
"You mean you finished the spell?" Harry asked the crying girl.
Willow nodded back to him, "But I don't think it worked, if it had, Buffy wouldn't have had to kill Angel."
"I don't know why this Buffy had to kill Angel, but if you completed the spell, then it worked," Hermione spoke, thinking along the lines of Harry. "If I look over the spell you used, I can tell you for sure."
"Wait a second," Xander said, things clicking into place in his mind, "If what you're saying is true, then that means Buffy killed Angel after he had his soul. That Buffy sent the man she loved, to Hell."
For the three there who knew Buffy and Angel, this realization was crushing. It made sense now, why Buffy had left. 'Who wouldn't in her situation,' Oz thought to himself, 'If I was in the position with Willow, I would have fled the country.' The other four teens, however, did not understand the magnitude of this epiphany. One of the four did know something, and it was reassuring to him at all.
"You said Angelus, and you were talking about soul restorations for vampires," Ron alleged, the wheels of his mind turning, "Oh my god! You were going to restore the soul of one of the most infamous vampires there ever was?! Does the Scourge of Europe ring any bells? Are you all out of your sodding minds? Hold on, you also said Drusilla, oh no, if she was here, that means William the Bloody couldn't have been too far off!"
"You know Angel?" Willow asked looking at the raving lunatic of a boy.
"I know OF Angelus, yes. Personally? I have never had the pleasure." Ron spat the last word out.
"That's not fair man, he's an alright dude as long as he has a soul," Oz countered, with Willow, nodding her head furiously beside him.
"I didn't like him too much when I first met him, but after everything. After seeing the real Angelus, I miss Angel. And the scary way he would just pop out of nowhere. He made Buffy happy, and he saved my ass a couple of times along the way. Whatever you have read about Dead-boy, should be left in the books. He was a good man, and tried like hell to make amends for all the evil he did. After getting the smallest bit of happiness for all his grief, his soul gets taken away. It wasn't fair."
"You're right, I don't know the bloke, but I can tell he was friend to you all. I am sorry for your losses, of both Angelus, and this girl Buffy. I can't say if I met the guy I would be all warm and fuzzy to him, but at least now I'd be civil," Ron said, his eyes once again back to their kind gaze.
Ginny was on the verge of tears herself, the boy, Xander had spoke so forcefully, and Willow was full of emotion. The feelings here were very contagious, even the quiet one, Oz showed a world of pain through his eyes. Oz, he was very intriguing to Ginny all on his own. She couldn't put her finger on it just yet, but whenever he looked over to her, something burned deep inside. The longing she felt had gone astray, hopefully for good.
Oz himself was captivated by Ginny, the other red headed girl here. It wasn't the same way Willow had last year. No, this was very different. The sadness that had kept him quiet since he was little was melting away. Something about this girl made him feel that finally, he was home.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss is the God of Buffy, while Rowling stakes her claim on the Hogwarts crew. I'm just playing with their masterpieces for a bit. So no one sue me. I'm too funny.
A/N: This is my first fic, so if it sucks, tell me. I'm all for constructive criticism, and I think I can handle some flames. Please review, especially if you like it. Also, I've decided that after all that happened in season 2, Xander is going to have a small change of heart towards Angel.
Spoilers: For Buffy, it's the summer before their Senior year, Buffy is still nowhere to be found. For HP, Ginny has graduated, and The Golden Trio has been out of Hogwarts for a year.
Chapter 1
Ginny was going to be sick, horribly and utterly sick. Hermione had insisted that they take a plane to America. "It's something everyone should be experience. The muggles out did themselves with this inventions," Hermione had said while convincing Harry, Ron and Ginny to take the flight to New York, where they would board another to Los Angeles. Ginny noticed, angrily, that Hermione made no mention to motion sickness. 'Probably because she doesn't suffer from it,' Ginny thought bitterly. Infact she seemed to be the only one of their group feeling the slightest discomfort.
Ron snored loudly to the right of Ginny, drool was trailing down the side of his mouth, and every so often he would mumble something about "the spiders." Facing towards her, was Hermione, with her nose stuck in a book. It was "Lord of the Flies" from what Ginny could see. 'That's reassuring, reading a book about a plane crash, while flying!' Harry sat next to Hermione, looking out the window beside him, his eyes wide in awe. 'Just like a little boy,' Ginny noted.
The plane hit another patch of turbulence, startling Ron out of his slumber. Ginny, once again was thankful for the fact she had an aisle seat, as she rushed to the bathroom. For the third time. Ginny was going to kill Hermione. Even if they were already on the second leg of their flight, and would be landing in LAX in about an hour, she would have the other girls head.
"Bloody wonderful way to start the summer," Ginny mumbled to herself, her head hanging over the toilet. "Once I get my wand out of my bag…" she threatened to no one. The plane shook again, and Ginny lurched forward, seeing her lunch for the fifth time today.
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Somehow, Ginny had made it through the flight, and was now safely standing on solid ground, at the baggage claim of the Los Angeles Airport. The others already had theirs, and were waiting on Ginny. 'If my luggage was lost, I'm taking Hermione's. We're the same size anyway.'
Contrary to what many had thought, Ginny never grew to be as tall as Ron. At 5'8" she stood at a fairly average height, and a fairly average weight. But her flaming red hair, that framed her pretty face and stunning blue eyes, Ginny was quite more than fairly average. Not that she would ever admit to it.
Finally, she spotted her dark green luggage, and she grabbed them off the conveyor belt.
"Okay, we're ready. Oh, I can't wait to do everything I've planned out for us," Hermione was more than a little excited about the trip.
"Hermione, can't we just play this by ear? Just because you've had your entire life planned out since you were three, doesn't mean the rest of us feel the same way," Ron said, still cranky from being woken out of his nap.
"Actually, Ronald," Hermione began, clearly hurt by Ron's words, "what I have planned out might interest you. But if you'd rather go to the clubs of L.A. than visit a hellmouth, who am I to stop you." Ron was speechless, the shock of what she said was taking its toll. Harry, however, was fully capable of speech.
"A Hellmouth? Hermione, you're joking right? Hellmouth's are the homes to-"
"Demons, vampires, zombies, succibi. Yes Harry, I know. And I think we have an amazing opportunity here. You want to be an auror, you're in training for it. Why not test some of you skills on the creatures we find? And with Ginny out of school, now is the perfect time. So, are you in?"
"I am," Ginny said, and Ron turned to her, once again in shock. "What? I want to be an auror too Ron, or did you forget that. Hermione is right, as usual, this is a once in a lifetime chance. I'm not letting it slip away."
Ron was dumfounded, "B-but Ginny, you can't. Your only just out of school. You can't possibly know how to defend yourself-"
"I don't know how to defend myself? How funny you say that when I distinctly remember going head-to-head with Lucius Malfoy, during the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, and winning. So, tell me, Ronald, why can't I defend myself?" Ginny was outraged, this much was obvious. While Ron was once again speechless, which seemed to be the theme of the day. Harry was highly amused by the whole scene, and was finding it very hard not laugh at the bewilderment of his best mate.
"Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, do I have to remind you that we are in a public muggle area, and such conversations are better left to more secluded places," Harry spoke with an amused tone. "Now, after to listening to the three of you I must say I agree with Hermione and Ginny. The hellmouth will just be one more adventure for the Golden Tr-ahh Quartet, as it now seems."
Hermione was beaming, "Thank you, Harry. Now we'll just rent a car and be on our way to Sunnydale."
"Sunny-what?" Ron asked.
"Sunnydale, Ron. The town on which the hellmouth is located. Do you ever listen?"
"Do you ever shut-up?"
"Ronald Weasley!"
Normally, Ginny would have laughed at the familiar banter between Hermione and her brother. Though right now her mind was else where, once Hermione had said they were going to Sunnydale something inside Ginny twitched. A longing she had felt her entire life seemed to quiet ever so slightly. Her change in attitude did not go unnoticed.
"Ginny? Gin, what's the matter?" Harry asked, walking beside the red haired girl.
"I don't know Harry, but I have a strange feeling we're about to get a lot more than we bargained for," she replied looking into his concerned green eyes.
"Don't I know it, another two hours with the bickering duo," he joked, trying to get a laugh out of Ginny. He succeeded.
"Oh Harry," Ginny playfully slapped him on the arm. "What would I do without you?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I'm sure it would be dreadfully boring."
"And, Merlin forbid, not life threatening."
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"This is Sunnydale? 'Mione are you sure you've got the right place? If I didn't know any better I'd think I was back on Privet Drive," Harry asked as they stood by the car, staring at a street that looked like something out of "Leave It to Beaver."
"Yes this is exactly what we're looking for," Hermione started, "I did research on Sunnydale before we came here. This place, though appearing to be an everyday suburb, is one of the most dangerous places on earth. The people living here don't even know it. The amount of 'wild dogs' and 'gangs on PCP here are uncanny."
"And the people living here just ignore it?" Ron was astonished. "All these attacks and deaths, and no one does a damn thing?"
"That's the interesting part Ron, over the past two years, the demonic activity seems to have gone down. It's still above the normal standards, but it would appear that someone has been fighting to forces of darkness surround Sunnydale."
"Like a slayer?" Ginny asked.
"Don't be silly, Gin. Everyone knows that slayers a just myths. Tall tales to help the kiddies get to sleep," Ron said in a condescending tone.
"Yes, if anything, there is probably a group of wizards here, defending the Hellmouth. I hoped that we could find, and possibly assist these people," Hermione said, gazing at the setting sun behind them, "At any rate, it's getting dark, which means that vampires could be out at any second."
"I have a question," Harry began, looking to Hermione, "what's a slayer?"
"Oh, that's right, you were in the infirmary when went over it in our sixth year. A slayer is supposedly a young girl, usually fifteen or sixteen, chosen by the 'Powers' to fight vampires, demons, and any other supernatural force threatening the world. She has increased strength, speed, and heightened senses. They are suppose to have very short life spans. As Ron said, however, slayers are just myths."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," a voice spoke from behind the four, and the spun around to see how it was addressing them. There stood three teenagers, a little bit younger than the four wizards. Each held a wooden stake, and the girl who addressed them also carried a bottle of what appeared to be Holy water. She had red hair that could rival Ron and Ginny's any day of the week, and a very cold stare. On either side of her was a boy. To the left a tall brunette with chocolate eyes, and a very goofy smile. On her right was a shorter boy with dyed black hair, and beautiful blue eyes. They were a very odd group.
Hermione stuttered out a response, "A-a-are you the S-slayer?"
The red-head's shoulders slumped, and her eyes became much softer as she bowed her head, "No, just a bad substitute until she gets back." The boy with the spiky black hair turned to the girl and put his arms around her.
"She'll be back, Will, don't you worry, she's gonna be back."
"It's been two weeks Oz. I hoped by the time I was out of the wheel chair, she'd be home. Oz, what if she doesn't come home," the girl, Will, started to cry, and she through her head into the boy's, Oz's, shoulder.
The other boy looked incredibly uncomfortable, and like he needed a hug as well. He shifted his weight form one foot to the other until he noticed that there were still other people there. "Hi," he said, "I'm Xander, and that's Oz and Willow makin with the hugs next to me."
Ron smiled to the other teen, "Hey there mate, I'm Ron, and this is Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, my sister. I'm sorry if this isn't an appropriate time, but did you guys mentions something about the slayer?"
Willow sniffed, and turned back to the others, "Yes, we know her. She was here, but then, then she left. That was two weeks ago, we don't know when she's coming home." Willow once again broke into tears.
"I'm very sorry," Harry offered, feeling sympathetic to the girl who clearly missed her friend.
"I thought the slayer was a myth, everything that we've been taught says that she doesn't exist. I can't believe this. The books, I've read books. I'm so confused," and Hermione was indeed, very confused.
"Lord forbid, Hermione, that the books are wrong," Ron said sarcastically.
Willow looked at them again, this time curiosity showing in her eyes, "How do you guys know about all this? We heard you before, how do you know about vampires and demons, and why were you taught about this stuff?"
"Oh boy," Ginny breathed, looking from one friend to the next. 'Do we tell them the truth, they clearly aren't wizards, but they don't seem very muggle like anyway.'
"Who wants to take this one?" Ron asked looking at his friends.
"I'll do it," Ginny said, cutting off Harry as he opened his mouth to talk, "No reason for Harry to do everything," Harry smiled gratefully at her. "To make this long story as short as possible, we're wizards. Magic is real, not everyone can do it, but we can. We've come to the Hellmouth to help fight the evil here. At least for the summer, that is."
"Oh, we already knew magic was real," Oz spoke to the group. "Willow here knows a bit herself.
"You do magic?" Hermione asked the girl. Willow nodded back meekly.
"Not much, in fact, the last spell I tried didn't work."
"What was it?" Harry asked Willow.
"A soul restoration spell for a vampire."
"A WHAT??" Hermione screeched.
"Did I do something bad?" Willow asked, a little put off by Hermione's out burst.
"Of course not, baby, I'm sure she's just a little surprised that you could do that," Oz said softly petting the girls hair. The boyfriend/girlfriend vibes were going strong between the two.
"Yes, I am very surprised. But you must realize that the spell you attempted was dark magic. Why on earth, Willow, would you want to restore a vampire's soul?" Hermione once again questioned.
"He was our friend, and he lost his soul, because…well um, just because, and well we wanted to give it back, since he was doing bad things again. Angelus was hurting people, he killed Ms. Calendar, and Buffy wanted Angel back. So, so I found the spell the Ms. Calendar's tribe used to curse Angelus the first time, but it didn't work. We tried it twice, but the first time Drusilla came and killed Kendra, the police thought Buffy did it, even though she did it. Some vampire pushed a bookcase on me, so I couldn't walk for awhile. The second time I tried the spell was in the hospital, no one wanted me to do it, but I had to. I just had to for Buffy!" Willow broke into tears again, and Oz wrapped his arms around her.
"Shhh, it's okay. We know you had to, it's not your fault it didn't work. Buffy probably already killed Angel before you completed the spell," Oz mumbled softly into Willow's ear.
"You mean you finished the spell?" Harry asked the crying girl.
Willow nodded back to him, "But I don't think it worked, if it had, Buffy wouldn't have had to kill Angel."
"I don't know why this Buffy had to kill Angel, but if you completed the spell, then it worked," Hermione spoke, thinking along the lines of Harry. "If I look over the spell you used, I can tell you for sure."
"Wait a second," Xander said, things clicking into place in his mind, "If what you're saying is true, then that means Buffy killed Angel after he had his soul. That Buffy sent the man she loved, to Hell."
For the three there who knew Buffy and Angel, this realization was crushing. It made sense now, why Buffy had left. 'Who wouldn't in her situation,' Oz thought to himself, 'If I was in the position with Willow, I would have fled the country.' The other four teens, however, did not understand the magnitude of this epiphany. One of the four did know something, and it was reassuring to him at all.
"You said Angelus, and you were talking about soul restorations for vampires," Ron alleged, the wheels of his mind turning, "Oh my god! You were going to restore the soul of one of the most infamous vampires there ever was?! Does the Scourge of Europe ring any bells? Are you all out of your sodding minds? Hold on, you also said Drusilla, oh no, if she was here, that means William the Bloody couldn't have been too far off!"
"You know Angel?" Willow asked looking at the raving lunatic of a boy.
"I know OF Angelus, yes. Personally? I have never had the pleasure." Ron spat the last word out.
"That's not fair man, he's an alright dude as long as he has a soul," Oz countered, with Willow, nodding her head furiously beside him.
"I didn't like him too much when I first met him, but after everything. After seeing the real Angelus, I miss Angel. And the scary way he would just pop out of nowhere. He made Buffy happy, and he saved my ass a couple of times along the way. Whatever you have read about Dead-boy, should be left in the books. He was a good man, and tried like hell to make amends for all the evil he did. After getting the smallest bit of happiness for all his grief, his soul gets taken away. It wasn't fair."
"You're right, I don't know the bloke, but I can tell he was friend to you all. I am sorry for your losses, of both Angelus, and this girl Buffy. I can't say if I met the guy I would be all warm and fuzzy to him, but at least now I'd be civil," Ron said, his eyes once again back to their kind gaze.
Ginny was on the verge of tears herself, the boy, Xander had spoke so forcefully, and Willow was full of emotion. The feelings here were very contagious, even the quiet one, Oz showed a world of pain through his eyes. Oz, he was very intriguing to Ginny all on his own. She couldn't put her finger on it just yet, but whenever he looked over to her, something burned deep inside. The longing she felt had gone astray, hopefully for good.
Oz himself was captivated by Ginny, the other red headed girl here. It wasn't the same way Willow had last year. No, this was very different. The sadness that had kept him quiet since he was little was melting away. Something about this girl made him feel that finally, he was home.