Assigned Seats
Author: Siren of Hell (occasionally my friend Jane)
Rating: This is R for bad, bad words. Please don't read if you're not old enough!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. HP belongs to JKRowling and some publishing company, BtVS belongs to Joss Wheldon and some other really rich TV people, and Mutant Enimy and Fox and many, many more. Simpsons(which is mentioned in passing) belongs to Matt Grogien and I think that's it..
Summary: Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. Hogwarts has a new DADA professor, she's not exactly conventional... and what's more! She's determined to make a couple of her students realise something about themselves.
Timeline: Three years after s7 of Buffy, and 6th year for HP and gang.
Spoilers: HP-up to Order of the Phoenix, Btvs – up to s7, Ats – up to first/second episode of s5
Pairings: HP/DM, BS/A(us), and probably RW/HeG and WR/SS
*Warning* Slash
Dedication: To Janey, my inspiration and all that...
Author's Note : For the purpose of this fic Angel and Spike do love each other (In a violent love hate kinda way). Not very much romantically but in a familyish way, but with some bits of romance. What can I say, they come from a fucked up family.
***
Chapter 12 Research, revelations and ...
Buffy sighed in frustration. She was in a nice private jet and she couldn't even look out the window because she was a stupid vampire now. Even Spike's ghostly body burned in the Sun. You'd think that already being dead would make his body immune to the sun but noooooooooooooo.
"Are we there yet?" she asked exasperated.
"Now you really sound like me. And now that I know how annoying it is... I'm going to do it as often as possible," Spike said, his mouth twisting into an evil smirk.
"Hey," Buffy said, slightly outraged, "I though you were supposed to have a soul now!"
"Well OK. Only to Angel then."
Buffy shrugged, the movement still awkward in a body that was not her own.
"Works for me."
Suddenly a crackly voice sounded from the speakers.
"Mr Angel, Sir," the voice said tentatively.
The AI team had decided to keep the body switches to themselves so the rest of W&H believed him Angel. Spike was quickly realising how fun it was being Angel. He loved being in charge.
"We'll be landing in 5 minutes," the voice began again, "You need to take your seats and put on your seatbelts."
Buffy sat in her designated seat next to Spike and grasped for the seat belt. Her hand went straight through it.
"Hey!?!"
***
Angel woke, his head throbbing. He dreaded opening his eyes. The last time he did that he was in Buffy's body in Scotland... Maybe that was just a dream, or a nightmare more like it, he thought to himself.
Being his manly self, he toughened up and opened his eyes to a bleak dungeon. His wrists were shackled above him, rendering him immobile.
"Damnit."
Obviously it was not a dream. And that meant that what happened before really happened. That meant he was... in Buffy's body.
"This is not happening," he said shaking his head.
***
"Well this is... quaint," Spike said, looking around the small wizarding village of Hogsmeade.
Buffy rolled her eyes, attempting to grab Spike's hand, failing because of her translucency.
"Come on! We need to find me... or Angel... or whatever, we just need to go."
"Impatient aren't we Fluffy?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Wow! You're really getting a hang of all my facial expressions aren't you?"
Buffy glared.
"Well? Are we going or not?" Spike whined.
"Fine," Buffy huffed, leading Spike through the forbidden forest, on a path only she knew from her long knights of patrol. They broke from the forest onto a large patch of grass, lit by moonlight. The castle towered over them, its lights shining brightly, calling to them.
"Home sweet home," Spike said softly.
"Sentimental, aren't we?" Buffy asked smugly, eyebrows raised yet again.
Spike glared at her.
"Well let's get this over with then! I want to be back in my own body... Well actually..."
"Don't even think about it," Buffy scolded, "we are going back in our own bodies and that's that!"
Spike looked miffed.
"Fine," he said sulkily, and began the long trudge up to the castle. Buffy followed close behind.
***
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. His back was pressed roughly against the wall, Draco's body covering his. The kiss was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The kiss after his nightmare had been nice but it was filled with compassion and comfort. But this kiss... This kiss was filled with hunger, passion, desire. He felt himself melting.
Draco continued to molest his mouth, stealing Harry of breath and thought. He stepped back suddenly breaking their connection. Harry moaned at the loss, his eyes pleading for Draco to come back, still lost in a daze of lust.
Draco began tugging Harry down the hall with little regard for his comfort.
"W-What?" Harry spluttered, trying to keep up with the fast moving Slytherin.
"This changes nothing Potter. Now hurry up, I want to get to the library quick so we can find more out about Buffy, and Angelus of course."
"What do you mean it changes nothing?" Harry groaned still emerging from that place of desire, "It changes everything!"
"What do you think sex is Potter? It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? It's nothing. It just contact and pleasure, emotionally it means nothing. If I do so chose to sleep with you, I will still hate you in the morning. Abandon your schoolgirl fantasies. Love isn't real," Draco ranted.
"How would you know?" Harry hissed, jerking to a stop, forcing Draco to stumble, "My mother's love is the only reason I'm alive. That proves it's real."
"No, it proves that Voldomort is a weak bastard for being vanquished by some fake emotion."
Harry glared.
"Why am I even having this conversation with you?" he asked rhetorically, "I don't like you, and there is no way in Hell I would sleep with you, so the point of this conversation is null and void."
Both boys stared intensely at each other. A silent challenge.
Harry was the first to look away.
Draco tugged on the chain that bound them, and in an almost sympathetic voice said, "Come on, we should get to the library, I'm not skipping dinner for nothing you know!"
***
Spike bound into the Entrance Hall, a slightly more controlled Buffy followed him. Spike's eyes flittered around the room, excitedly, wising to explore the school that he had left over 200 years ago.
A first year wearily walked down the stairs, late for dinner. He eyes the two strange men standing in the Entrance Hall.
"Umm...," He asked timidly, "Can I help you?"
"Hello Anthony, could you get the headmaster for us please?" the bleached blond asked kindly.
The boy looked frightened.
"H-how do y-you know m-my n-name?" he stuttered nervously, backing away from the pair.
"Oh right," he said, "I forgot. Umm... I'm a friend of Professor Summers. She's told me all about all her students."
"R-really? Do you know if she'd ok? I heard she collapsed in one of her classes," enquired the nervous Hufflepuff.
"Well, that's what we're here to find out," the taller man spoke.
The boy startled at the unfamiliar voice, obviously having forgotten about the second man.
"Y-y-you wanted Dumbledore?" he asked nervously, "I'll just go get him."
He dashed quickly into the great hall to the surprise of the dining students and teachers. Looking around he was suddenly more nervous than before, almost wishing to be back in the entrance hall with the two strangers.
He could only stare at the Headmaster, frozen.
Dumbledore seemed to sense his problem and gently prodded the boy.
"Anthony, is there something you need to tell me?"
This seemed to wake him from his stupor.
"Ummm... Yes," he began, "there are two people in the hall, they said they were friends of Professor Summers. They wanted to get you," he rushed through, before quickly finding a seat at his table.
Dumbledore smiled kindly.
"Thankyou Anthony."
The boy trying to hide between two of his housemates as he blushed a profuse red.
Dumbledore graciously exited the hall, putting Minerva in charge. Severus followed him out.
***
Spike was casually leaning against the banister of the stairs, while Buffy paced nervously in the centre of the room, when Dumbledore and Snape entered.
Dumbledore glanced at Buffy before his gaze moved to Spike. Recognising him as the body of Angelus he moved towards Spike, pulling his into a hug.
"Buffy! I'm so glad you're ok!"
Spike couldn't get away from him fast enough; he quickly scampered behind Buffy for protection. Buffy just laughed.
"Buffy, I don't understand. What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked gently, "have you been hurt in any way? Tortured?"
The real Buffy laughed harder.
"And who is this?" Dumbledoor enquired, looking at the laughing man suspiciously.
"What, Fluffy?" Spike asked, "Are you involved with this old guy or something? Tut, tut. I thought you had better standards," he scolded.
"Well I slept with you didn't I?" she asked crudely, "And no, we are not involved, shudder by the way, I think the hug was more fatherly concern. Not that you'd know anything about that, considering who your father was..."
"Ouch Sayer, low blow," they bantered affectionately as Dumbledore and Snape watched in shock and confusion.
"What the hell?" Snape finally spoke.
"Ah. Well, three way switch not just two. Where is Angel by the way?" Buffy asked.
"Angel? You mean the monster that has taken your body?"
"Angel? A monster?" Buffy laughed, "Yeah right, he's more like a puppy dog if you ask me."
Spike snorted.
"You know him?" Dumbledore asked, shocked.
"Know him?" Spike asked, "She fucked him into oblivion... literally! Plus they dated for like three years. Of course she knows him."
Snape looked suspiciously at Spike.
"May I inquire, exactly who are you?" he asked.
"Name's Spike, but I used to go by 'William the Bloody'," he said with pride, puffing out his chest.
"Another vampire," Dumbledoor said, still in shock over the revelation of Buffy and Angel's relationship. "It seems that you have been keeping things from me Buffy," he said almost sadly.
"You never asked. Besides my private life is my own, and I can be in a relationship with whomever, or whatever I wish. You would not be so shocked if it were a werewolf I was involved with."
"But that is an entirely different situation, werewolves are people most of the time, but vampires are just vile evil creatures, and you would not believe how ashamed of you I am after this revelation. How could you lower yourself to sleeping with your sworn enemy? They're pure evil" Dumbledore ranted.
"But they're not. Both have been fighting for the side of good for quite some time. Both have souls. And both have saved the world almost as many times as I have. They deserve you respect!"
Buffy was pissed.
"Now where the hell is Angel?" she asked fiercely.
"Chained in the dungeons," Snape answered her question coldly.
Buffy's mouth opened in surprise. She started forward but Spike was quicker.
"You bloody bastards! What the hell have you done to my sire?"
He held Dumbledore but the throat, back against the hard stone walls.
Snape quickly realised the very deadly predicament the Headmaster was in.
"We merely stunned him," he answered quickly, afraid for Dumbledore, "No harm has come to him. I'll take you to him, just let Dumbledore go. Please"
Spike released the now breathless man, but continued to glare. These men instantly considered the enemy for harming his sire, for daring to keep him in chains.
Snape turned with a flourish of his robes, leading the pair to the room where Angelus was being kept.
***
"Oh my God," Draco said in horror, "You will never believe what he did to this puppy!"
Harry looked slightly green.
"I don't want to know, especially after hearing about that poor slayer," He paused thinking about it, "Oh, God I think I'm going to be sick! And Buffy's life isn't much better! She died when she was sixteen! He life is even worse than mine!"
"But what's the connection between the two?" Draco asked, "There must be something..."
"Well. This book about Buffy says something about a mysterious person helping her, giving her information and such. Do you think it could mean something?"
"I don't know. I think the only way we're going to find out is to ask him."
Harry raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Are you sure that's... wise?"
"What else have we got? Other than a long list of brutally tortured victims..."
"I suppose... Didn't Dumbledoor say to chain him in the dungeons?"
Draco smirked.
"Yeah, he did. Let's go vampire hunting."
Small A/N – This last section happens the night after Angel being chained in the dungeon!
~~~ To be continued... Please Feedback
Author: Siren of Hell (occasionally my friend Jane)
Rating: This is R for bad, bad words. Please don't read if you're not old enough!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. HP belongs to JKRowling and some publishing company, BtVS belongs to Joss Wheldon and some other really rich TV people, and Mutant Enimy and Fox and many, many more. Simpsons(which is mentioned in passing) belongs to Matt Grogien and I think that's it..
Summary: Harry Potter/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. Hogwarts has a new DADA professor, she's not exactly conventional... and what's more! She's determined to make a couple of her students realise something about themselves.
Timeline: Three years after s7 of Buffy, and 6th year for HP and gang.
Spoilers: HP-up to Order of the Phoenix, Btvs – up to s7, Ats – up to first/second episode of s5
Pairings: HP/DM, BS/A(us), and probably RW/HeG and WR/SS
*Warning* Slash
Dedication: To Janey, my inspiration and all that...
Author's Note : For the purpose of this fic Angel and Spike do love each other (In a violent love hate kinda way). Not very much romantically but in a familyish way, but with some bits of romance. What can I say, they come from a fucked up family.
***
Chapter 12 Research, revelations and ...
Buffy sighed in frustration. She was in a nice private jet and she couldn't even look out the window because she was a stupid vampire now. Even Spike's ghostly body burned in the Sun. You'd think that already being dead would make his body immune to the sun but noooooooooooooo.
"Are we there yet?" she asked exasperated.
"Now you really sound like me. And now that I know how annoying it is... I'm going to do it as often as possible," Spike said, his mouth twisting into an evil smirk.
"Hey," Buffy said, slightly outraged, "I though you were supposed to have a soul now!"
"Well OK. Only to Angel then."
Buffy shrugged, the movement still awkward in a body that was not her own.
"Works for me."
Suddenly a crackly voice sounded from the speakers.
"Mr Angel, Sir," the voice said tentatively.
The AI team had decided to keep the body switches to themselves so the rest of W&H believed him Angel. Spike was quickly realising how fun it was being Angel. He loved being in charge.
"We'll be landing in 5 minutes," the voice began again, "You need to take your seats and put on your seatbelts."
Buffy sat in her designated seat next to Spike and grasped for the seat belt. Her hand went straight through it.
"Hey!?!"
***
Angel woke, his head throbbing. He dreaded opening his eyes. The last time he did that he was in Buffy's body in Scotland... Maybe that was just a dream, or a nightmare more like it, he thought to himself.
Being his manly self, he toughened up and opened his eyes to a bleak dungeon. His wrists were shackled above him, rendering him immobile.
"Damnit."
Obviously it was not a dream. And that meant that what happened before really happened. That meant he was... in Buffy's body.
"This is not happening," he said shaking his head.
***
"Well this is... quaint," Spike said, looking around the small wizarding village of Hogsmeade.
Buffy rolled her eyes, attempting to grab Spike's hand, failing because of her translucency.
"Come on! We need to find me... or Angel... or whatever, we just need to go."
"Impatient aren't we Fluffy?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Wow! You're really getting a hang of all my facial expressions aren't you?"
Buffy glared.
"Well? Are we going or not?" Spike whined.
"Fine," Buffy huffed, leading Spike through the forbidden forest, on a path only she knew from her long knights of patrol. They broke from the forest onto a large patch of grass, lit by moonlight. The castle towered over them, its lights shining brightly, calling to them.
"Home sweet home," Spike said softly.
"Sentimental, aren't we?" Buffy asked smugly, eyebrows raised yet again.
Spike glared at her.
"Well let's get this over with then! I want to be back in my own body... Well actually..."
"Don't even think about it," Buffy scolded, "we are going back in our own bodies and that's that!"
Spike looked miffed.
"Fine," he said sulkily, and began the long trudge up to the castle. Buffy followed close behind.
***
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. His back was pressed roughly against the wall, Draco's body covering his. The kiss was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The kiss after his nightmare had been nice but it was filled with compassion and comfort. But this kiss... This kiss was filled with hunger, passion, desire. He felt himself melting.
Draco continued to molest his mouth, stealing Harry of breath and thought. He stepped back suddenly breaking their connection. Harry moaned at the loss, his eyes pleading for Draco to come back, still lost in a daze of lust.
Draco began tugging Harry down the hall with little regard for his comfort.
"W-What?" Harry spluttered, trying to keep up with the fast moving Slytherin.
"This changes nothing Potter. Now hurry up, I want to get to the library quick so we can find more out about Buffy, and Angelus of course."
"What do you mean it changes nothing?" Harry groaned still emerging from that place of desire, "It changes everything!"
"What do you think sex is Potter? It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? It's nothing. It just contact and pleasure, emotionally it means nothing. If I do so chose to sleep with you, I will still hate you in the morning. Abandon your schoolgirl fantasies. Love isn't real," Draco ranted.
"How would you know?" Harry hissed, jerking to a stop, forcing Draco to stumble, "My mother's love is the only reason I'm alive. That proves it's real."
"No, it proves that Voldomort is a weak bastard for being vanquished by some fake emotion."
Harry glared.
"Why am I even having this conversation with you?" he asked rhetorically, "I don't like you, and there is no way in Hell I would sleep with you, so the point of this conversation is null and void."
Both boys stared intensely at each other. A silent challenge.
Harry was the first to look away.
Draco tugged on the chain that bound them, and in an almost sympathetic voice said, "Come on, we should get to the library, I'm not skipping dinner for nothing you know!"
***
Spike bound into the Entrance Hall, a slightly more controlled Buffy followed him. Spike's eyes flittered around the room, excitedly, wising to explore the school that he had left over 200 years ago.
A first year wearily walked down the stairs, late for dinner. He eyes the two strange men standing in the Entrance Hall.
"Umm...," He asked timidly, "Can I help you?"
"Hello Anthony, could you get the headmaster for us please?" the bleached blond asked kindly.
The boy looked frightened.
"H-how do y-you know m-my n-name?" he stuttered nervously, backing away from the pair.
"Oh right," he said, "I forgot. Umm... I'm a friend of Professor Summers. She's told me all about all her students."
"R-really? Do you know if she'd ok? I heard she collapsed in one of her classes," enquired the nervous Hufflepuff.
"Well, that's what we're here to find out," the taller man spoke.
The boy startled at the unfamiliar voice, obviously having forgotten about the second man.
"Y-y-you wanted Dumbledore?" he asked nervously, "I'll just go get him."
He dashed quickly into the great hall to the surprise of the dining students and teachers. Looking around he was suddenly more nervous than before, almost wishing to be back in the entrance hall with the two strangers.
He could only stare at the Headmaster, frozen.
Dumbledore seemed to sense his problem and gently prodded the boy.
"Anthony, is there something you need to tell me?"
This seemed to wake him from his stupor.
"Ummm... Yes," he began, "there are two people in the hall, they said they were friends of Professor Summers. They wanted to get you," he rushed through, before quickly finding a seat at his table.
Dumbledore smiled kindly.
"Thankyou Anthony."
The boy trying to hide between two of his housemates as he blushed a profuse red.
Dumbledore graciously exited the hall, putting Minerva in charge. Severus followed him out.
***
Spike was casually leaning against the banister of the stairs, while Buffy paced nervously in the centre of the room, when Dumbledore and Snape entered.
Dumbledore glanced at Buffy before his gaze moved to Spike. Recognising him as the body of Angelus he moved towards Spike, pulling his into a hug.
"Buffy! I'm so glad you're ok!"
Spike couldn't get away from him fast enough; he quickly scampered behind Buffy for protection. Buffy just laughed.
"Buffy, I don't understand. What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked gently, "have you been hurt in any way? Tortured?"
The real Buffy laughed harder.
"And who is this?" Dumbledoor enquired, looking at the laughing man suspiciously.
"What, Fluffy?" Spike asked, "Are you involved with this old guy or something? Tut, tut. I thought you had better standards," he scolded.
"Well I slept with you didn't I?" she asked crudely, "And no, we are not involved, shudder by the way, I think the hug was more fatherly concern. Not that you'd know anything about that, considering who your father was..."
"Ouch Sayer, low blow," they bantered affectionately as Dumbledore and Snape watched in shock and confusion.
"What the hell?" Snape finally spoke.
"Ah. Well, three way switch not just two. Where is Angel by the way?" Buffy asked.
"Angel? You mean the monster that has taken your body?"
"Angel? A monster?" Buffy laughed, "Yeah right, he's more like a puppy dog if you ask me."
Spike snorted.
"You know him?" Dumbledore asked, shocked.
"Know him?" Spike asked, "She fucked him into oblivion... literally! Plus they dated for like three years. Of course she knows him."
Snape looked suspiciously at Spike.
"May I inquire, exactly who are you?" he asked.
"Name's Spike, but I used to go by 'William the Bloody'," he said with pride, puffing out his chest.
"Another vampire," Dumbledoor said, still in shock over the revelation of Buffy and Angel's relationship. "It seems that you have been keeping things from me Buffy," he said almost sadly.
"You never asked. Besides my private life is my own, and I can be in a relationship with whomever, or whatever I wish. You would not be so shocked if it were a werewolf I was involved with."
"But that is an entirely different situation, werewolves are people most of the time, but vampires are just vile evil creatures, and you would not believe how ashamed of you I am after this revelation. How could you lower yourself to sleeping with your sworn enemy? They're pure evil" Dumbledore ranted.
"But they're not. Both have been fighting for the side of good for quite some time. Both have souls. And both have saved the world almost as many times as I have. They deserve you respect!"
Buffy was pissed.
"Now where the hell is Angel?" she asked fiercely.
"Chained in the dungeons," Snape answered her question coldly.
Buffy's mouth opened in surprise. She started forward but Spike was quicker.
"You bloody bastards! What the hell have you done to my sire?"
He held Dumbledore but the throat, back against the hard stone walls.
Snape quickly realised the very deadly predicament the Headmaster was in.
"We merely stunned him," he answered quickly, afraid for Dumbledore, "No harm has come to him. I'll take you to him, just let Dumbledore go. Please"
Spike released the now breathless man, but continued to glare. These men instantly considered the enemy for harming his sire, for daring to keep him in chains.
Snape turned with a flourish of his robes, leading the pair to the room where Angelus was being kept.
***
"Oh my God," Draco said in horror, "You will never believe what he did to this puppy!"
Harry looked slightly green.
"I don't want to know, especially after hearing about that poor slayer," He paused thinking about it, "Oh, God I think I'm going to be sick! And Buffy's life isn't much better! She died when she was sixteen! He life is even worse than mine!"
"But what's the connection between the two?" Draco asked, "There must be something..."
"Well. This book about Buffy says something about a mysterious person helping her, giving her information and such. Do you think it could mean something?"
"I don't know. I think the only way we're going to find out is to ask him."
Harry raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Are you sure that's... wise?"
"What else have we got? Other than a long list of brutally tortured victims..."
"I suppose... Didn't Dumbledoor say to chain him in the dungeons?"
Draco smirked.
"Yeah, he did. Let's go vampire hunting."
Small A/N – This last section happens the night after Angel being chained in the dungeon!
~~~ To be continued... Please Feedback
