TITLE: Our Family Secret
FANDOM: HP/BtVS
AUTHOR: Dizzy Flower
PART: 7/?
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Luna has to research an ancestor for History of Magic. When she stumbles across one Drusilla Rose Kent, she has to know what happens to her. Answer to Gidgetgirl's Loopy Challenge.
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and Angel belong to Joss Whedon. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This story is an answer to a challenge by Gidgetgirl, so the plot belongs to her.

Our Family Secret

Chapter 7-

We Are All Moon Children

"Explaining?" Luna repeated, her eyes widening.

Lorne nodded. "You see, sweetie, I'm a demon that can read people through their singing."

"Oh." Luna cringed. Lorne knew everything, then. Her plan had been shot to pieces. But a demon that could read people's minds or their future? That was amazing. Perhaps her father could do an article on Lorne for the Quibbler-

"What explaining does she need to do?" interrupted Angel, and Luna was brought back to the present.

Lorne gave Luna a very hard look, and Luna blushed in embarrassment. "I think you need to tell him everything, poppet," Lorne said, and Luna gave a reluctant nod. Where did she start? Luna decided to begin with the easiest explanations first. "I don't actually have a cousin," she said at last.

"You don't?" said Gunn in amazement.

"No." Luna began to fidget uncomfortably. "And er…no-one in my family fell through the book."

There was a long silence and Luna could feel five sets of eyes looking at her curiously, waiting for an explanation. "You see…I go to this school in Scotland called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's for people with magic to go and learn how to control it," said Luna, not ready to go into more details.

"What's Dogwarts got to do with us?" said Cordelia suspiciously. "And by the way, Dogwarts is so not an attractive name for a school."

"It's Hogwarts," corrected Luna, annoyed, "and I'll explain if everyone stops butting in. In my History of Magic class we had to do an assignment on one of our ancestors. I discovered that mine had been turned by a vampire named Angelus."

"What?" Everyone seemed to shout out at once. They all wore varied expressions- Gunn and Fred looked shocked, while Cordelia seemed angry. "How can you be sure?" she asked suspiciously. "They could have been turned by anyone, you probably just pulled that name out of a hat-"

Luna waited until everyone but Angel had had a chance to say something. She turned to the vampire sitting alone at the edge of the table. He looked tired, Luna realised, tired and weary. "Who was it?" he asked heavily.

"Drusilla."

If Luna's first statement had caused the room to erupt into noise, then this one caused it to instantly fall into silence.

"That's impossible," Angel said, his face blank of all emotions. "Her whole family was killed."

Luna shook her head smugly. "No, you missed a sister. She was at boarding school when everyone else died. I'm descended from her."

"Why did you come here, then?" said Cordelia harshly, her eyes narrowing. "To make Angel feel guilty all over again?"

Luna rolled her eyes. "No, don't be stupid. I came to ask him if he knew where she was." Luna said matter-of-factly, as if her answer should have been obvious.

Angel blinked slowly as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. "You want to know where she is."

Luna nodded eagerly. "Yes. I want to meet her, see." At Angel Investigations' horrified looks, she continued, "Well, she is my ancestor, and I'm awfully curious about her."

Angel gave an empty laugh. "She's not your ancestor. She's a demon that inhabits your ancestor's body. Even if I knew where she was I wouldn't tell you- Drusilla would eat you on sight."

"No, I don't think so," Luna replied thoughtfully. "She must've known that one of her sisters was still alive, yet she never killed any of us. I don't see why she'd start now."

"You are as insane as she was," Cordelia remarked, sitting on the edge of the table. "If one of my family was turned, I'd want to get away as fast as possible."

"You're not a Lovegood," Luna answered, as if being a Lovegood explained everything.

"Thank God for that," said Cordelia dryly. "I can do without being related to a psycho."

"Drusilla is not a psycho," Luna said heatedly. "And even if she is, it's not her fault."

"You haven't met her, honey," Cordelia shrugged. "When you do, you'll be singing a different tune. Or possibly screaming one," she corrected.

Luna shook her head resolutely. Cordelia didn't understand. She felt as if she already knew Drusilla. The vampire was like an older version of herself.

Only she was dead and soul-less, but they were only minor differences.

"How did you get here? Where are you staying?" Fred asked, her shocked expression gradually giving way to a worried one. "You're not staying here on your own, are you? 'Cos LA's really dangerous."

Luna smiled at her. "No. I got here by plane and I'm staying with the uncle of one of my friends. He's called Wesley Wyndham-Pryce."

For the second time in a matter of minutes there was a deathly silence.

"Wesley Wyndham-Pryce?" Fred whispered, her big eyes wide.

Luna nodded; blissfully unaware of the impact of her words. "Yes. Do you know him?"

"He works here."

All five members of Angel Investigations were exchanging looks that Luna couldn't quite decipher. Luna blinked, finally realising that something wasn't right. "What's the-" Suddenly she realised the truth, as if it had been right in front of her the whole time and she'd been blind. "Wesley was the one who betrayed you, wasn't he?" she asked clearly, her eyes staring straight at Angel. Slowly he nodded.

"I'm sure he had a good reason. Wesley seems very reliable. Lots of common sense, I thought."

"I'm sure he thought he was doing the right thing," said Gunn dourly. "Anyway, he works here now- everything's forgiven."

"Oh, that's good news. It seemed to me as if you had just judged him without a trial, if-"

"Stop with the lectures, Miss Agony Aunt," Cordelia said bitingly. "It's none of your business, and I want to get back to what is- your family and why you came here."

Luna sighed. "I told you already," she said, annoyed. "LA was the last known sighting of Drusilla, and so I thought Angel might know where she was."

"I don't," said Angel calmly, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Listen, Miss Lovegood, you don't want to meet Drusilla as much as you think you do. You found out all of your information through books and diaries and whatever else. You obviously haven't had any firsthand experience with her else you'd be running for the hills right about now."

Luna lifted her chin bravely. "Well then maybe you should tell me a bit about her and I could decide for myself."

The rest of Angel Investigations were watching Angel and Luna talk curiously. They didn't notice the figure leaning against the doorframe listening.

"Drusilla was a pious girl from Northern England, who Darla heard was a seer. I thought it would be fun to turn her, but first I made her go insane by killing her family, amongst other things. For a while the three of us cavorted around Europe, but Drusilla was bored and lonely, so she turned a poet called William. The four of us were the Scourge of Europe, the terror of the time. When I got my soul, Drusilla and Spike went off on their own, explored the world by themselves. They murdered and tortured thousands of innocent people, and they enjoyed it. Drusilla's not the innocent girl she was before she met me, Luna, and she's not the sweet little girl you've read about. Dru liked killing, still likes it. Whatever feelings she may have held towards her family are long gone now, and she won't have any qualms about killing you. In fact, she'll probably be smiling as she does it."

"I know about the stuff Drusilla did," Luna replied seriously. And is probably still doing. "But she wouldn't kill me, I know it. Don't ask me how, but I do. We're family, she and I, even though she's a vampire and I'm a witch. I came here to America to find her, and with or without your help I know that I eventually will. Drusilla is one of the only family members that I have left, and I'll to whatever it takes to find her."

"You'll regret it when you do," Angel said softly. "You don't understand- once you've been turned family means nothing."

Luna opened her mouth to say something, but a noise from behind her stopped her. She saw Angel glance up behind her, startled, and so she turned around, completely unprepared for the person standing by the door.

"Luna- my son, Connor," said Angel faintly from behind her. "Connor, I meant when the vampire has no soul they..."

Luna didn't hear what Angel said next. Her eyes were firmly fixed on Stephen. He looked torn, Luna noticed for some reason, torn and lost. His eyes were flicking between Angel and herself- hatred for Angel and, perhaps, betrayal when he looked at her? Luna couldn't be sure, but she felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach. She shouldn't feel guilty, Luna reasoned, her eyes meeting Stephen's- or was it Connor's? He had reacted badly when she'd asked him about family, and he obviously hated vampires. She'd lied to him with the best of intentions, and he shouldn't be angry with her for doing it.

But if that was true, why did she feel so guilty about lying to him?

But, if his name was Connor, then that would make him Angel's son, the product of two vampires. And if he really was Angel's son, then that would mean that he lied to her as well. They were even then.

Her internal monologue was interrupted when Connor (Stephen?) opened his mouth and began to speak. "We've met," he said in a detached voice., and he didn't elaborate any further. Luna knew that that would be the only mention he'd make of having known her previously.

"I am sorry, Stephe-Connor," she said, confused. "But you see, it had to be done. She's family, and I'm sure you understand just what family means."

Connor stared back at her stonily, and he made no reply.

"You know each other?" Fred sounded confused. "How? I mean, Connor's not exactly…social," she said, with an apologetic look Angel's way.

"He saved me from a demon," Luna answered, not taking her eyes of Connor's face. "But I didn't know he was Angel's son until now."

"Oh," said Fred. "That was nice."

"Yes, extremely," replied Luna, struck with a sudden vehemence. "What a shame he didn't continue to be so kind," Why should she feel so guilty for something that wasn't entirely her fault? Connor had been the one who had been so…well, odd.

Connor said nothing after that statement, but his face steadily grew darker and Luna knew she had managed to offend him. Well, good, she thought triumphantly. That'll teach him for thinking he can just bully me around.

There was a very uncomfortable pause as Connor and Luna continued to glare at each other.

Finally, Angel cleared his throat. "Regardless of whether or not you feel a 'bond' with Dru, Miss Lovegood," he said, the sneer on his face showing everyone what he thought of the idea, "I can't, in all good conscience, let you to gallivant off to your certain death."

"Gallivant?" she saw Fred mouth to Gunn behind Angel's back, and she stifled a grin. "I really don't think you need to worry, sir," Luna replied, remembering a very similar conversation a few weeks ago with Hermione. "And if anything goes wrong, which I don't think it will, I've got my magic to help me."

"Magic?" Angel raised an eyebrow. "You think your magic will save you if Dru decides she wants you as her next meal?" He laughed bitterly. "Dru is a psychic, a seer. She can ensnare you with her eyes so that you will obey her every will, even if you don't want to. She's killed plenty of adult wizards before, and a sixteen-year-old witch is not going to pose any threat to her."

For the first time Luna began to feel doubt creep in. Perhaps she'd been too foolhardy in wanting to find Drusilla. This was an insane, powerful vampire who had no concept of compassion or kindness. A century after she'd been killed, would family even matter to her anymore?

She'd made a terrible mistake in coming here.

Suddenly Luna frowned. What in Merlin's name was she thinking? She'd sworn to herself after her mother died to always follow what she believed in, and her father further reinforced this belief when he went exploring after things that supposedly 'didn't exist'. She wasn't going to let some grumpy vampire with an overhanging forehead barge in and change all her ideals! No, if she thought Drusilla wanted to see her, then Drusilla wanted to see her, and that, as they say, was that.

"Well," said Luna decidedly, holding her head up and looking Angel straight in the eye (though the height difference did make this rather hard), "You've been very helpful, but I'm afraid I have a long lost relative to find."

And with that parting comment, she walked as regally as she could manage out of the research room, leaving a stunned group of evil vanquishers behind.

"Well," said Fred, shock written all over her face. Then, having nothing else to say, she repeated, "Well."

"Insane," Cordelia said at last. "Completely, utterly insane. It must run in the family."

"Foolish," Angel said, putting his two cents in. "Drusilla will kill her."

Connor said nothing, but his gaze kept wandering to the door.

"I think we should keep an eye on her," Lorne said thoughtfully, and the rest turned to look at him curiously. He shrugged defensively. "I thought the little cupcake shouldn't be out there on her own. At least this way we can make sure she doesn't come to any harm."

Angel nodded contemplatively, thinking it over. "That's seems like a good idea. And we need to call Wesley too. I wager that he has no idea of his house guest's true agenda."

"I…I don't mind looking after her," Connor said unexpectedly, and they gaped at him. "It's not like I have anything else to do," he said, a faint blush rising on his cheeks as they continued to stare.

"Um...okay," said Angel uncertainly, obviously rather put off by his son's unusual willingness to help.

"Okay." Connor shifted uneasily on his feet as Angel continued to look at him with a baffled expression on his face. "I'll go now, then," Connor said, deciding to make a quick getaway whilst he still could.

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Luna walked down the flight of stairs leading to the Hyperion foyer, outwardly calm. Inside though, she felt like a tangled mess. She'd stood up for herself! She hadn't really done that in…well, forever. And, despite her quickly beating heart and the butterflies still fluttering around in her stomach it had felt good.

But she was still left with the teensy weensy little problem of how to find Drusilla.

The floorboards creaked behind her, and Luna spun around, a hand going to her new wand. "Hello?" she called out, her eyes trying to see if there was anyone there.

Luna waited a few moments, but as no other sound was forthcoming she shrugged and turned back towards the foyer.

The foyer was empty, and Luna quickly crossed the space from the bottom of the stairs to the door. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, and Luna turned around again so that she was facing the way she had just come. She was being watched, she knew it! "Who's there?" she called out clearly.

"Hello, my little moon child!"

The voice was unfamiliar, but Luna knew exactly to whom it belonged the moment she heard it. Slowly she turned back around to face the door, butterflies dancing in her stomach and the stalker behind her completely forgotten. It was probably Connor anyway.

The woman standing framed in the doorway was the same height as her, and had a willowy figure like her as well. But, Luna thought, that was where the similarities ended. Drusilla had long dark hair flowing loosely down her back, and large, slitted eyes that seemed to dominate her entire face. She was wearing a long, white dress in the Empire style, delicate and beautiful. There was some kind of unearthly magnetism about her, a type of mysticism that Trelawney, for all her gauzy fabrics and heavily rimmed eyes, could never hope to replicate.

All in all, Luna thought with a slight pang of jealousy, death had not lessened Drusilla's beauty in the slightest.

Drusilla's face lit up with a childlike smile, so innocent and happy that Luna felt one of her own tugging at her lips. "My little niece," she told Luna, walking towards her with effortless grace. "It is I, your Aunt Drusilla, come to look after you."

"Hi, Aunt Drusilla," Luna said awkwardly, as Drusilla stopped directly in front of her. Now that they were so close, Luna felt a tingle of apprehension. Was Drusilla going to kill her, as Angel had predicted she would?

Suddenly, Drusilla flung her arms around her. Startled, Luna returned the hug, a bemused look on her face.

After a moment, Drusilla pulled away and Luna gave her an uncertain smile. Drusilla beamed in reply, her eyes twinkling in a manner eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore.

"My Daddy put nasty thoughts about me in your head," Drusilla told her seriously, shaking her head mournfully. "But I shall not have you as my next meal, no, nor the one after that! We shall have fun together, my little moon child! Your auntie shall spoil you with lots of sweets and we shall have fun."

Drusilla looked expectantly at her, as if waiting for a reply to her little spiel.

"Uh…cool, Aunt Dru."

As Drusilla gently linked arms with her and they walked out of the Hyperion into the early evening, Luna's face split into a grin. She hadn't needed to find Drusilla- Drusilla had found her.

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TBC…