"Professor Dumbledore sir, please, you have to reconsider what you are doing!" Buffy shrieked as soon as Spike had left the room.
"Mrs. O'Connor, he will be fine. Spike has changed in many ways. For one his love for you...is no longer an obsession, it's actual love. I never knew a man would go to such great lengths to get something so hurting for someone who doesn't even give them a sideways glance."
Buffy looked down at her feet. Spike had changed. He got a soul. But if he were to lose it, he'd turn right back into William the Bloody. Buffy thought to herself.
Angel paced their room as he tried to change Dumbledore's decision. Finally he got tired of trying and defeated, watched Dumbledore leave the room.
"Well just have to keep an eye on him, that's all."
The next morning, Harry and Ron were getting ready for their first class of the day. It was Potions with the Slytherins, then Defense Against the Dark Arts. Ron complained all morning about having Potions as the first class of the day.
"I just don't think it's right Harry. We should be able to pick when we have our classes, or better yet. Why don't we just get rid of Potions all together?"
"Just be happy that we can get it over with. That way we can at least enjoy the rest of the day."
Potions went by like time had frozen. It seemed like hours when they finally got out. The trio made their way to DADA, though unlike the other students, this wasn't their first time with the new teachers.
"Alright class listen up! This year we will teach you a different way of defending yourself against the dark arts. This class will be more hand to hand combat than anything. We will also work on some spells, that don't require a wand and some different kind of potion making." Buffy laughed as she heard the groans roll through the classroom. "It's fun potion making. My husband has some friends coming in to teach you about that." Buffy clapped her hands together, "So, I need a volunteer." She grinned as all the boys in the class raised their hands. "Sorry guys, not ready just yet. How about Angel? Would you like to assist me?"
"Sure." The kids gasped. A man much stronger and bigger than Buffy was going to fight her. Buffy's going to be killed. "Relax. My wife can handle herself. Believe me. The first time I met her, she was beating me up. She thought I was stalking her."
"Okay Angel. Ready?" Buffy asked.
"More than ever." He swung his fist at her with lightning speed. She dodged it and tried to kick his legs from beneath her husband. He easily saw it coming and jumped over them. They continued for a while. Punches, kicks, and bodies being thrown, then Angel made a mistake. Buffy caught him off guard and punched him in the nose. She then grabbed his arm and flipped him over her back. Angel slammed into the floor and landed right in a patch of sunlight, well his left arm did.
Angel sprang to his feet and walked over to his dark corner. "See what did I tell you? She's a great fighter."
Harry watched Professor O'Connor intently. He didn't seem hurt in anyway. The way that he had been driven into the floor, would've definitely broken any normal mans bones, but he was barely out of breath. The thing that interested Harry most was the way Angel kept rubbing his left arm. Harry knew he didn't land on it, but it was the only part of him that had landed in sunlight. Something was different about these teachers and Harry wanted to know what it exactly was. He watched as Professor O'Connor picked up a glass and began to sip a dark, thick liquid. Then Angel caught Harry's glance, and Harry quickly averted his gaze.
That night at dinner, Ron, Harry and Hermione shared their experiences in their new class. Everyone was bubbling with excitement. The teachers were all smiles accept Snape of course, even Angel had a wide grin on his face as he talked with Hagrid. Harry was the only one who noticed that Professor O'Connor didn't eat anything.
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